Gaze upon the faceless masses
Of men who died on foreign shores
So that we can suffer lashes
At all the misanthropic stores.
Only contempt for those who died,
The veiled corporate rulership
Smothering freedom's holy cry
With crass oppressive censorship.
So buy laws and politicians,
But can you buy the morticians
Who last see all of the brave men
That have died solely for your sins?
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Assorted Poetic Musings and Ramblings
PoetryA compendium of my poems. I just needed to put it out here at this point. It's less for you, the reader, as it is for me to know its out here. These poems are not for the faint of heart, mostly because they're bad enough to kill, but also because...
