abuse of the media

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I sit in class I listen as the teacher talks I read what the teacher talks I read         America the land of opportunities  I read
Electrical boxes blasting our eyes, Sending images of fear and conflict, Talking like a serpent, which is unwise, Illustrating a dove as a convict.   Every time, the deception keeps going,
News on Channel Five Spectacled brunettes opine From seven to eight   Flipping sprayed-stiff hair Experts with intelligence And low-cut blouses   Inequality
Hello my name is Tyko                                    I believe                       life black dots                     orange suits black in orange                                                prison doors
I'm sick docter, please give me allieve  My heart is too heavy on this Christmas Eve Everything aches and my vision is blurred Cold is my soul you can be assured  
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