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I fear we are fighting for a country of fools. A future of frustration. A ban upon free thought. Deletion of intelligence from the gene pool.
I fear we are fighting a war with no end. An enemy of the greedy. Those intent on killing off the needy.
These are my fears tonight, we can only continue to fight. Losing our might. Our target out of sight. Living under this blight.
I want to find it was but a dream. But fear its not. Life so obscene. I truly do. I need to scream.
Wake up wake up I holla out loud. I try to speak to the crowd. Chanting at the mass. Oh woe and alas.
These are my fears tonight.
Jonesy
Triker Poet