Amen Nation
Conservatives, with their plastic toy soldiers, play war games, as our Constitution is burned with crosses. Children labeled terrorists by racists, preaching freedom, they're dictating bosses causing losses.. Where are we headed in God's hands? His messiah rules the land, digging our grave as blind mice follow. Change we need, in change we wallow, with monopoly money that grows on trees, buy in, big buy, big tax, as roles get re-cast. We'll sell virgin's for college and break souls for oil. More than taxes and death will besure-binding when they tax you to death, then tax you for dying. New hope turns the air. More of the same, but different with change. With a wring of the wrist, old roles add a twist. We'll become anation that loves to pray, for anything better than the other way.
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Flutter Girl
I've only a handful of poems, and all are generally short..would you please take a moment to have a look and tell me what I can do to improve? I am the Chairperson and founder of the Opre Foundation. I am also on the Board of Directors for...
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