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Fractured For years this feeling of doom has come on Sometimes creeping in, slow and steady Growing inch by inch, breath by breath Other times, it strikes quicker than lightning Stronger than a crushing tidal wave It has reached a point of no return now People must take sides, neutral is no option Switzerland is not allowed in this battle Where the casualties will be many Our children, our health, our schools, our homes David stands no chance against Goliath The real people cannot win this fight Ideologies override common sense No view is too extreme, no lie too much Money is the god to which they will all bow to Yet try to convince everyone they do it for us There is no us though, there is only them The ones with the power, the rich, the fortunate They stoke fires of hate, fan the flames of anger Manipulate the masses, mutilate the truth They build lie upon lie for their foundation While the gullible drink up their tea And the spineless let them walk over them A broken system, run by corrupt creatures Bent on destroying everything in their path Feelings of helplessness and desperation Invade the souls of the middle thinkers Watching the train wreck, unable to act Desperation, frustration, the only feelings left No compromise, no center ground, no best for all Take, take, take, hate, hate, hate The battle cry, with the blinders on Anger boiling over into literal bloodshed Roving fanatics at their beck and call The fox lies in wait for the ass to stumble While feeding the pachyderm a steady diet of lies The vultures lapping up the sensation Only caring what nets them the most meat Never concerning themselves with truth We cannot stand united, we are all divided Separate, but far from equal, fractured beyond repair We the people cry, where do we go from here
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