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Shhh! Can you hear that? Can you hear the silence? It's killing you slowly; Mince to mince. Look at those people around you, Suffering the same thing that you do. They were enjoying peace;
we're all human no matter what religion we follow or dont follow we're all human no matter what culture we belong to we're all human no matter what ethnicity we are we're all human
There is a rich Wall Street investor Who is a digital wealth master. One day, crypto prices rise, Thinking that selling is wise, He lost and faces a sequester.
Bits, Bits. It's digital reaching everybody. Use money without middlemen. My bits!
They want to help the minority, Why not start with the majority. We've got corrupt corporations,Taking over the whole nation. Monsanto is for sure a tout, Suing all the farmers without a doubt.
Live We Breath i Wont Live Everything is crazy and we're not dead yet. Sitting on trash as our polluted sun sets. breath is rare and skin is dim... oh, what will we do when our water runs thin?
August Forster Written 10/3/16 The Fall Hearts break, winds soar. Souls taken, life's a war. Cries heard, sirens ring.
Where were we in that past life? This is no run of the mill fast life Getting up around seven and getting back past nine Enough to make the irrational type Practical
Just another kid right? I just don’t understand what adolescence has to do with intelligence, because I’m talking to adult minds and I can’t believe there level of negligence.
As I was descending from my declavity, with such an excessive velocity, suddenly I precipitated on a Holigorized thoroughfare.
And, we don't all live in Ferguson, MO.
Aye, it’s time for a recap Rapper Kristen in the house, Now let’s hit it! Y’all take notes from my amigo Hayek. Say’s new law makes us more efficient
The cacophonous roar, originating from the machines of war. The engines that continue, the horrific bloodshed, are engineered by ingenious, Madmen. Hitler, Mussolini,
H appine ss unknown to us as promising as GNIHTON as obtainable as air
Before, having an education was a choice, Now education has become a necessity, Without an education,you're just another person in the unemployment line, I don't want to be just another number,
Clipping coupons for a retail dream,
Is this who we’ve been called to be? My generation and me? Always hearing about the economy? Classes are tough, home seems harder, So I say to myself I make my Horizons broader.
We are, we are Hanging by a thread But we are definitely Lucky we're not dead We're not dead, And with that said, Let us enjoy our daily bread And live rightfully so.
I fight a battle, I fight a war To find a job that I adore. But it must pay well my mother shouts, But it must be growing my father pouts. How can I worry about such things When I can barely find the means
Fix the Economy! Prisoners play Hunger Games We will pay to watch.
Corporate media dominating the airwaves It's a time for change Washington D.C. no longer representing me It's all a plutonomy
Elephants toot at the Donkeys neighs but neither are willing to stay and play A problem of sorts, that holds a grander weight that could ruin livers and end the states
I sit here, with my wallet empty. But I don’t cry for me, I cry for us. Why does that man have to sleep outside? Why do mothers have to lose their pride? Sitting with their babies in the welfare line.
Far far away in the planet of the “dolls” everything was perfect. Perfect clothes, perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect homes, everything was exactly flawless.
Ode to a time when our nation was in shamblesWhen war and politics left us shaken to our coreWhen terrorism frightened us,When our economy was at its lowest,
This city is dead and this place is sin. Alive with corpses and politics. With their perfected frowns and crooked grins; will I ever be the same? The sights and sounds hide the disease of this overrated hypocrisy:
Crush, Clang, Hush, The need for speed, the right to rush, Crush, Clang, Hush, No questions asked, is it just? The working man, about to bust, Thirst and greed, unending lust, Quietly,
Pouding, pouding, pounding away The remains of a once loved city Crumbling away under them They don't even see Eyes hopeful enough to imagine a light at the end Ways of fixing what they've destroyed
Who knew one could be so submissive . . . ? mopping and cleaning plates for mere tips We dream and play until one day it slips Not a care for others
Gazing into the bowels of the beast known as Boomtown I watch as its victims succumb to the temptations The depravations The unending depreciation Of small-town America All sparked by a foul-smelling black fuel.
We pray for those that died with need, From the hands of those with selfish greed. We can only hope for times of great prosperity, But can't because of our brothers in dreaded poverty.
Run son Look how far we have come The worlds a better place and our problems are undone But have we really took the leap we thought? So many things are wrong with this one life we got
This morning I woke up and all I saw was black. I never knew the world could be so cold and lonely. But now I watch as: My mom loses her job and her house. So I sit here, In my bed, Wondering if I am next.