Land of the Free is Land of Poverty
Escalation of aggravation involving into alienation
from zero problems arrive to tear apart our just supposed nation
“Land of the Free” has just become a pseudonym for “Land of Poverty”
Our whit washed history forced fed until we are full of ignorance
patting out glutinous bellies until we vomit the comfort ability to pacify our belligerence
I say this with a mouth full of open sores, pulled and torn by this mercantile world
a constant genocide of minds which leaves nothing behind but a faint trace of broken faith
consumed by the very goods we produce
lost in the greed of our perpetual apathy
everything from nothing
everything from something
everything from the minuscule issues exaggerated into life long trivial trivia
further enhanced by media
so big brother send detective to detect defective possession of information
cause from zero will escalate into passing change that will bind us down to your
endless alienation.
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