Eric Cockrell

For The Elite Political Machine! - Poem by Eric Cockrell

vote for me,
i'll sell your soul,
but do it in a way,
you'll hardly know.
give me your sons,
i'll give you ribbons.
give me your poor,
i'll fill my prisons.

pump that oil,
mine that coal.
nuclear meltdown,
gotta meet my goal.
stand in lines,
begging for work.
i'll take your hearts,
i'll take your shirts!

the cost of freedom,
yours for mine.
cant see your hurts,
i'm rich and blind.
i'll pave my roads
over your dead bones.
over your unmarked graves,
i'll build my home.

you're only as equal
as your money allows!

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  • (5/20/2012 1:30:00 PM)

    the anger of those enslaved grows, till it spills over! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 20, 2012

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