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This is a poem describing America's current situation of Capitalism. |
| We are trapped by a Capitalistic craze: Not fighting to survive, But killing for profit. Greed has won, And humanity lost As we make billions through The innocent massacre Of Mistrust. Our enemies are not of flesh, And are not of blood or bone. Our enemies lie within our Twisted, malignant selves, And feed off of our need to kill Mercilessly, savagely, heartlessly, The ill-fated victims of greed; The unfortunate, pure Saints who, Unlike our fiendish selves, Have escaped the far reach Of greed and corruption. |
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