Open Poetry #45 |
New World Order |
Yoinn Senior Member
since 2007-08-16
Posts 649Michigan |
New Order Our Nation has a stench People slam their door They sit on hands, on a bench As the bill of rights is torn Lies of mass destruction, Policies of torture that are sick Twin towers of construction Demolition by the rich A government new order Martial law soon to come Softening of borders Until many merge as one It’ happing all around It’s not about left or right Its about liberty and its ground It’s about WRONG or right Our nation has a choice With eyes open wide Speak out, one voice Revolt now, turn the tide. Yoin |
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