Symbols
Do not a revolution make
Wry rhetoric keeps you awake
At night
Nations
Created by human beings
Crossing borders running fleeing
From death
Hunger
Drives us ever onward forward
Sanctuary is a boneyard
For hope
Passion
Fuels the fires of revolution
Thick brains refuse evolution
And facts
Rotten
Souls stink like foul putrefied fruits
Sick ideas walk in jackboots
On streets
Country
Imaginary lines in sand
Wave bright flags and strike up the band
And sing
Homeland
Sweet with safety and…
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Added by H M Bascom on December 2, 2009 at 11:31am —
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