What force would stir
the heart of men to wrath?
I don't see many woman
in that pot of soup
Amerika has a war whore
in place now and up and coming
The real America is not
behind the maniacal leadership
and killers of life
and sanity and beauty
and freedom
New blood is being infused
into the dying America,
new slaves to feed Amerika,
willingly wanting 'their' share
ego is what killed the old girl
it is a trap people
don't enter the slave ship cautiously
RUN, give them not your blood and
sweat, starve them out of hiding
peace won't come with 'them'
controlling the money and
controlling minds
parasites can be out smarted
Join the Black Walnut club
unity is a toxic venom to 'them'
as one cooperate with each
other
there is no need
to 'get ahead'
of others
let's move forward
like loving waves
onto the warm loving sand
kinetic energy
synergizing
only we can create
'they' cannot
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