corporate and political greed

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africa-asian moneygoround….

 

wars are for profit
ain’t for freedom or justice
such rallying cries
are just corporate marketing
freedom’s just an illusion
your resources are what’s real

 

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before their prayers…

 

on a day
with
gathering clouds
those who wore
the mantle of power
chiefs and priests
in
full regalia
climbed
the temple stairs
to speak
to the gods
seeking guidance
for
in their lust
for
life’s treasures
this
chamber of deputies
had lost
the vision
the gods
had bestowed
upon them
when
they reached
the summit
and
stared down
upon the people
that they
had sworn
to serve
as well as
their
future generations
they saw
the underworld
consume
all
who awaited them

 

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dividend check…

 

you
ignore
your part
in
the slaughter
for
you cannot
hear
the captive-bolt gun
nor
feel
the confinement
of
the chute
pressing
against
your
skin

 

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i’ve taken to my bed…

 

doctor says
it’s
all in my head
but
i’m still
having
difficulty breathing
it’s as if
all
that
i’ve believed in
has been drained away
from
my body
so
i’ve taken  
to
my bed
each day
when
i try to rise
i find
that
each
breath
that defines
freedom
has been
taken away
so
i crawl back
to
my bed
wondering
how can it be
that
this nation
once
a symbol
of
freedom
and
justice
has become
a cesspool
of
personal greed
and
arrogance
that’s why
i’ve
taken
to my bed
but
the doctor says
it’s
all
in my head