Entry #521343, added on 07-15-07 @ 9:58 am EDT
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Discontent
The roar of multitude fills the air.
It is not right, it is not fair.
Casting glances at their feet.
Adversary’s eyes afraid to meet.
Scuff their toes upon the ground.
Even when their voice is sound.
Please, oh please, now can’t you see?
The situations unfair, as it can be.
State their claims, in plaintive note.
Without the will to place their vote.
Another’s job, to set me free.
Afraid to be all they can be.
Damn you fool, and damn your word.
Frightened, step back into the herd.
Read the writing of, “Nine to One”.
It just that simple, to claim your fun.
What has happened to the warrior’s creed?
What happened to the warrior breed?
Bow down, and crawl before their might.
Sniveling dogs, whipped into mindless fright.
Many, envision life’s’ disparity.
While complacently wait others, to make them free.
Well, I state my view, as clear as glass.
Those abusing bastards can kiss my ass.
To none but God shall I bow ‘MY’, head.
To another man, I would rather be dead.
Can’t, can’t do anything. If you want, go out and get, and stop your foolish sniveling s***. Any abuse, which is system wide, we can change. Always remember, and hold dear this truth…we outnumber them, “Nine to One”.
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