Who calls himself
My Shaman?
I slap him
And his Karma
Turns heads
Tried peace
Looked into a mirror
of deceit
Blind to my heart
Impeachment
Corrupts my vote
Try smoking that cigar
Your lust, it shows.
Angry protests in the streets
Put your wars on hold
Suppress the awakening
of defiant
Or wear your Burka
With pride
Part of you lost
Your city destroyed
No more Presidents
No more refugees
Fleeing in the cold
Of the night
Child frightened
Or corrupted
To ever partisapate.~~~~StupidGirl~~~~12.21.13 Prompt: Syria: No Medicine
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