Martin Askem
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Condoleezza’s bowl is always full with rice, which is nice for her; others search to find another grain, many in the pouring rain
Not rice in a field, but on the streets, the same place those cats eat their meat, Will you cry for the meek as you eat your sheep
Your goggle box shows you images of a bird in an oil slick, that’s sick. But the rumble in the jungle of a Childs stomach is sick. Think for a second which help comes quicker
Finger on the button with a grin, the bushy tailed fox sees his own people eat out of a bin
Sly bastards who don’t care, sly bastards who stare
Where does it begin, where does it start, at the ballot box maybe in part
You don’t choose who is your mother, as Kane didn’t choose his brother, but who would choose big brother
A son of a bush or a burning bush which do you choose, help one person in this life as they have everything to loose
Mankind
WE have Destroyed and we have raped Mother earth
WE have invaded space and wasted time
WE have made nature un-natural
WE have driven God's creatures into extinction
WE have persecuted and executed generations of Man
WE are not MEN, and we are unkind
WE have destroyed mankind
WHY?
That is THE question
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written by csy211, November 11, 2009
written by csy211, November 11, 2009
written by csy211, November 11, 2009






