Anymore # 4 - Poem by Eric Cockrell
so where lies the truth?
and where lies the answer?
do we kill the soul
to get at the cancer?
we've marched to their beat, danced to their tune.
if forever is coming, it cant come too soon.
with hollowed out eyes, needles and spoons.
politicians for change, prophets of doom....
the windows closed, no air in the room....
take it to the streets, it's high noon!
and as the wind blows hard on freedom's shores,
we stare in the mirror, and unlock the door.
our sons their victims, our daughters their whores,
we're not gonna take it anymore!
.........just not gonna take it anymore!
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