Die Not If We Must - Poem by James McLain
This isn't love, you still waste time.
Pepper spray that's filled with paint inside each can,
to Mark your dirty face, for latter on.
Fodder to be gunned down like animals in the street.
Muslim haters bark their filth like rabid dog's.
Homophobes that in real life were the gayest of them all.
Christian's disagree with who's head they chopped off first.
To dumb to know that on a registry you are on there next.
What unearthly use does law enforcement have for tank's
if not to use on all of U.S.
Millions spent for maintenance on them all to never use?
While inside out the school's little minds, rot from misuse.
If die you must and die you will
what use to them your worthless death's forgot in unknown holes.
Your bodies they would feed to their fat pig's then sell
them back to you and charge you more this death you won't escape.
You and I became a terrorist when you fought back,
against the rising tide to drown inside your unsafe home.
There is nothing left to take they have it all.
Likened unto days of old there's nothing left to tax.
There is no noble death for U.S. we waste our dying breath.
If we must die, let it be not like some starving hog.
From the air with their technology we are hunted and penned in.
Inside your home you think that you are safe and from above
they see inside your house it's now their own domain.
Pitiful poor white's to live will turn a blinded eye
to slay the rest so that they can live a guilt free life.
Ten year's ago I would have said you get what you deserve.
Like all the rest they said you gave away, do you feel safe
you never will, until they take your child and make them pick.
A choice between their parent's and the state, we've seen before.
Without a gun, can you fight back to save what you don't have.
There is nothing left for you the writing on the toilet wall it says.
There is no toilet paper left,
why don't you save the state some time
and kill your self before your children see what time it is.
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