Politics, religion, all the same lies.
All the same people climbing this world
for all the same highs.
One tell us to hug, the other to fight,
forgive and yet stand for our rights.
the same old moth eaten pillows
with the same old stuffing.
One to tell us to pray the other
to vote, both impacts us more then we know.
I see no difference between them at all.
Both have made us bleed and doubt what we do.
Both are born from death and greed,
making us feel guilty and ashamed
for thinking like wolves and not sheep.
Both tell us to do what they want,
neither will tell the truth,
one need us to be weak,
the other not to think.
Both have their hand in the pot
grabbing for the last cookie.
I just don't see
the difference between the two.
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