Bad MilitiaA Poem by SpitfireGrrrl
Battles fought and hard won
with the blood and tears of people who were looking for everything a country founded for one goal, one dream, one hope not god, or gods, or wealth but freedom now, instead of patriots we have small minds doing everything to break and bastardize that word brain cells fighting so not much is working two hands to hold a gun one mouth, always moving a mockery of what was and everything we could be patriot is now a joke, a dirty word, a curse BRING ME YOUR POOR we yelled it once once upon a time but only bring them if they are white, and dumb. can hold a gun and have a vacuum of hate. time to get out. afraid its too late.
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3 Reviews Added on June 2, 2015 Last Updated on June 15, 2015 AuthorSpitfireGrrrlDallas, GAAboutI've been coming and going from here for a while now. I'll just... stop writing for a while and step away, then come back for a little while. :) It's been lots of fun reading all the new stuff from.. more..Writing
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