Branded Bullets

Alley poet speaking personally for a quarter, warning of slaughter if you can’t see meaning in every word, worth anything you believe

As my fist weakens, voice increases, please draw near to me, ignore hatred’s sin symphony

Conditions conditioned for emotional impact, a science used against us assuring we’ll all react

My country swears bombing yours is needed for air but I swear I know better, money for war as cancer kills those considered lesser

North America open for business, killing any willing witness, unwilling to stop lying our people can die but profits are silver linings.

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