PassA Poem by Comrade Andrew
A bird caked in oil feeds its young a plastic bottle,
big oil pushing profits increasing corporate throttle. Destruction of the planet for money school children laugh they find it funny. We're living in the cesspool of a cultural prison, if you try to break free you will be beat down spewing crimson. The flag of the nation wrapped around a newborns throat, grows up to fight a war the bodies piling and he'll gloat. No other way to live but in a haggard mundane state, no use in thinking for yourself religions masturbate. Ignorance, such a thrill, an orgasm for the mind, no point in asking questions when your governments so kind. The Anarchist nailed to a burning cross, is not freedom but a loss? Action against oppression is a heretics weapon, the bible, so pure of word, is calling you, the beckon. Beat down women, kill the gays, torture your children. Do this the white robed men you're only f*****g brethren. Save the rich, kill the poor, join the army, a nations w***e. Starvation is acceptable inflicted by capitalism, annihilate those that would form their own schism. Stomp upon the dreams and crush the natives in their land, by grace of god and jesus christ you are the holy hand.
© 2011 Comrade Andrew |
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Added on March 28, 2011 Last Updated on March 28, 2011 AuthorComrade AndrewUnited KingdomAbout'allo chaps, I'm Andrew. I'm a writer, not that good at it, I know - but I am learning. I love writing short stories, mostly about warfare but I am apt to write about different subjects as well. Poetr.. more..Writing
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