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We work beneath the sun,
our sweat feeds the soil,
our hands pull up wealth
while our tired blood boils.
We work for them,
on hands and knees for them,
coming from a land
that dares not question them.
And they dare call us anti-American?
We live without question,
but fear drags us down.
We are just as much a part,
but we are still torn to the ground.
We sing the pursuit of happiness,
but their satisfaction is lorded over us.
Our lips are tied, our shackles tightened,
and in tears we cry.
And they dare call us anti-American?
Like The (Insert Here)Like the BBC
That's not the news for me
Like the Catholic Church
Makes me want to search
Like Federal Government
No need to be hesitant
It is Crazy
Like the NRA
That is not okay
Like the IRS
Conservatives need a test?
Like the press tapping
Why is this happening?
Paranoia and hate
What is going down?
Public option is not there
Like polarization of Washington
Change was what we were hoping
Like the liberals
Why do you create walls?
Like the conservatives
Why do you lack objectives?
Like the American Dream
It isn't want it seems
I present you with a picture.I present you with a picture.
I want you to take a look.
It's two hands interlocked if you didn't know.
Two hands embracing each other.
Take a closer look.
Get in real close.
They are just two hands right?
Two hands among millions, billions even.
No one would look at this picture and say,
Maybe if the hands were coloured differently.
Someone would complain, some racist out there.
But I wouldn't and I know most others wouldn't either.
But that's a shame it's not everyone.
Lets zoom out shall we?
Take in the whole picture.
It's two men.
Or two women.
Do you still think 'it's okay'?
Honestly tell me.
Some would say it's
Inside This IpodINSIDE THIS IPOD
INSIDE THIS IPOD HAS MUSIC, MUSIC YOU THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY, SAD, ANGRY, AND SOOTHED, YOU MIGHT LIKE THIS MUSIC BUT YOU MIGHT NOT, THE IPOD DOES NOT CARE BECAUSE YOU TOLD IT TO DO WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT
INSIDE THIS IPOD HAS PICTURES, PICTURES THAT ARE HAPPY, SAD, ANGRY, AND SOOTHING, YOU MIGHT REMEMBER THEM BUT YOU MIGHT NOT, YOU MIGHT LIKE THEM AND YOU MIGHT NOT, THE IPOD DOES NOT CARE BECAUSE YOU TOLD IT TO DO WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT
THIS IPOD HAS MUSIC AND PICTURES IT HAS GAMES AND INTERNET, BUT IT DOES NOT HAVE FEELINGS, IT DOES NOT CARE WHAT YOU WANT BUT IT WILL GET IT IF IT HAS IT, IT DOES NOT KNOW YOU OR WHA
Fellow WorkerRitual bloodletting
Suicide us all
For your failures, your mistakes
Will cost us all
Solidarity will save us
Only if you're brave enough
OppressorsWe tell you how to speak
We tell you how to walk
We tell you how to streak
We tell you how to talk
We want you to listen
We want you to think
You are free
To answer to we
You are special
But not nearly crucial
We don't want your respect
We demand it
We don't ask you to be perfect
We command it
Your choice is our will
Resist, and we kill.
The StageYour life is a play,
And you are the lead;
So don your mask
And let the show begin.
Don't forget your lines.
Follow the script.
There's no room for improvisation here.
Play your part well.
Don't let your mask slip.
Nobody cares who you are under there.
Lie through your teeth.
We all do it;
There's no one here you can trust.
When the curtains rise
We all hide,
Lest they see our true souls.
And the audience,
They will love us,
As long as we stick to our roles.
The world is the stage,
And your life tonight's amusement;
Son don your lies,
Hide your self deep within.
My other SoulEvery view trough the Window,
reminds me that I am caged inside my own reality,
lost in a false heaven, cause my soul isn´t here.
We are two parts of one soul,
forever bound in our heart.
Every view in the Mirror,
shows me who i realy are as i see my soul behind my eyes.
I am you, little me, you are me.
More than just a Human, not better,
Why am I apolitical.If you don't want shit to start to stink, don't poke it - especially if you don't have a clue about how to get rid of the stench afterwards.
And I don't.
Women's RightsThe convention was held by the falls
Onlookers wondered why all the dolls
For the future they sought was all and all
For the rest of men and women kind and hate's downfall
There is a worldThere is a world
Where the stars are
Where the moon is
Where the sun is
But in this world
The darkness is
The night is
There is a world made out of black and white.
A world without grey
There is a world where you can’t be sad and happy.
You can live in
Or you happen to live in
Would you like to live there?
Kuenstliches Komasie wachen niemals auf
das blockierte System vegetiert
in sich verschlossen
keine Anschläge auf Milliardäre
deren nahrungstoxische Fabriken
passive Zombies züchten
Klimakollaps und Betonwüsten
auf das Versprochene beten
wird diese Not entwerfen
weitere zweitausend Jahre vom Monde
eine Welt zu erpressen?
niemand will kämpfen
- bloß warnen -
ist das Massengrab der Blinden
die niemals heraus finden
die unter Obama ihre Lobby
im Senat verdoppeln
seht ihre Taten
und glaubt nicht bezahlten Worten
die Farben des Ozeans sind menschlich
Cosplay ArgumentsPeople debate cosplay stuff.
Post it all over the internet.
Get upset about the things others say…
But it’s just cosplaying.
So just enjoy it.
And ignore ignorant people
Who like to pretend they’re better than you.
Because the less you pay attention to them,
The better you are.
Are why I hate the internet.
reblogged from my tumblr: philosophyofpatton.tumblr.com
WWII PoemAs we travel I miss my home
We could go anywhere even rome
My family sitting around all day
Hoping ill come home some day
As we wait and watch the fight
I can't believe someone thinks this is right
The canons fire and the rifles shoot
Meanwhile trees are ripped up from the root
Half of the army is on LSD
The government is testing how can this be.
This is not physical anymore
Psychological warfare is coming even more.
When I return to my home one day
My friends and family will yell out hooray!
Changing InnocenceA beautiful day in the park it was
everyone gathered with kisses and hugs.
With little Alice asleep on the daisies,
dreaming herself into a crazy.
In her dream so many folks
told her how she ought to spoke
or wear her hair or dress or shoes,
Little Alice became confused.
GROW BIG, shrink small, do not exist at all.
So young and naive was Caroll's girl,
but thankfully she awoke in a swirl,
it was all a dream, and surrounded still
by those who loved, without ill will.
But Caroll's girl does no exist,
and here comes the unfortunate twist;
Though little Alice has no being,
we live in a world of the most unfeeling,
of hearts and worms and money-r
Deviationsthe devious nature of those who wish
to be found is not one of blissful
ignorance, but more of a dish
that could be called hopeful
wishing that maybe those people
who do not know us so personally
will accept us without scruple
since they've never seen our folly
wishing that maybe those few
who see us as nothing more than our art
will know us to be true
somewhere deep in our collective heart
we take this leap into anonymity
with only one implicit hope:
that you remember that we are now family
and that we may not be as clean as your bar of soap,
we present you with our best achievements
and all of our great capacity for naivety
Love is a drugThe butterfly as it flies
upon its broken wings
is no more than a disguise
for a caged bird who sings
the flying pig whose hope
is that his dreams are reality
Gravity answers with a "nope"
and soon he finds his mortality
Those who wish for things uncertain
Tend to want anything but the start
of a last and fatal final curtain
on all things that were plain in their heart
And yet love will never give up its hope
Cause we all knew you were just on Dope
The MartyrThose nations possible futures
are this martyr's sutures
and the reigning fuhrers
are what he hopes will be lost
The pain of nations seething
through teeth a bleeding
will not fail to leave a reeling
those whose lives were the cost
a martyr he will die
and that will be what you comprehend
but what you fail to scry
is that he is the last hope before the end
and though he will tumble and fall
and his bones turn to dust
hope is the melody of this final call
and his memory will be of the just
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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