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.