What is left, of the broken-up population of America,
get's to play pretend and act like they are voting
to have the largest creative and destructive machine
run by the Wicked witch of the forest
or the town fool
the people are revolting, talk is getting strong,
eyes are opening, ears are hearing
the beaten, tied dog is starting to stand up
and growl.
it's time for change
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