Eric Cockrell


Freedom Dont Turn Your Guns On Me - Poem by Eric Cockrell

politics, heritics,
selling opium flavored lies.
here come the tanks,
backed by the banks!
get in line or die!

unlawful detain, torture retrain,
and the bodies disappear.
our bill of rights
adorned with Christmas lights,
we face our greatest fears!

freedom dont turn your guns on me!
beat down, pushed around, still free.
take my job, not my dignity!
freedom dont turn your guns on me!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 2, 2011


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