Riot
Democracy in flames,
Lawless government
An Eternal Silence
And the heavens, Shall tremble
When eventually, we all find our way
What are you doing?
Your friends are waiting.
Put down your remote,
Shut your doors
grab your bat.
Guns for sale.
Assimilate.
On we march.
The march of the fire ants.
We walk the ragged mile.
We fight with our hands
The hands of justice.
Our moral burden,
Senses fail.
We fight with our hands
Blindly.
In the end, it doesn’t even matter.
They knew all along.
Social Network,
Social Deception.
Eyes in the sky.
Our faith in action
Our tax dollars at work.
What were we fighting for?
They knew what was going to hit them,
And they moved towards it.
They came,
They conquered,
They left.
Monkey see
Monkey do.
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