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For The Occupy Wallstreet


Can you see the tent city... they're all over America... we've seen this before. The heart of America ain't bleedin' for NOBODY! Skulls are cracked ---eyes are maced. Novus Ordo Seclorum! Novus Ordo Seclorum! Novus Ordo Seclorum! I'm livin' the Imperial Dream. ---Blood on the railroad tracks, with rotting teeth, and a hand full of pennies. Police State! Marshal law! We don't have a constitution now! ---police man smiles, ---police man hate civil liberties, ---police man paid off. They're vultures--- guarding the banks and there off shore owners. WHO ARE THE COPS?!! ---Private corporate guards! ---Private corporate guards! ---Private corporate guards! WHO ARE THE COPS?!! Private corporate guards! Private corporate guards! Private corporate guards!
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Theo Ray
This poem is a tribute to the Occupy Wall Street movement.

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