The name of the game
has change but the face is the same
broken and beaten red
blood stained
the backs of the
broken poor
forward progress made
off those of whom no credit given
slaves and miscreants
trades stolen all
taken
beyond the wars and
the limits of imagination
are the silent tears
of mass incineration
hatred breeds evil
contempt
love what was and can
never be kept
That's hearts and
knowledge
strain the chains of
misinformation
taken what's free
liberty and desperation
because of the truth
that hidden
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