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I can’t hear you anymore
You are destroying my heart You tell me the same stories Over and over and over again When the story change You then began to take it apart And prove to me it can’t work We can’t win We won’t prevail Because the learned ones have the answers Where are they when I need them to act They are out trying to kill my heart You, the Media, I can’t hear you anymore You can educate millions On a forty second rung Slighting and twisting, content into Non-objective truths I am sick I am tired I just can’t hear you anymore Otherwise, I will not survive You are killing my heart You are slaying my soul You are a bane-berry plant to me I can’t listen anymore Earthene Fleming October 17, 2010 Author's Note: Bane-berry plant: a poisonous plant.
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