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My country is better than your country

Contributed by evilapple on Thursday, 1st August 2002 @ 09:41:17 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

There they are sitting on their silver chairs
Shouting at the ants down below
Please take back the freedom you promised me
The different colours you never painted
They don't know
They don't know
The changes we've had
Vacuum the crumbs we have left
Keep the truth close to your chest
They don't want to change if you don't want to
Everyone who wanted were crazy
They burned the buildings
They took your homes
We tell you because we have control
You do not know that we dropped the ball
The guilty are beyond freedom
Pride in where you live
Place your faith in our dotted line
You believe that you can do anything
But find yourself doing nothing
For a bitter thank you
A bronze key for you
Run for your life
Run for your life
The others are around the corner
Your blood is at a new low price
Be free and walk away?
Never happy but never say?

Copyright © evilapple ... [ 2002-08-01 21:41:17]
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Re: My country is better than your country (User Rating: 1 )
by Puck on Friday, 4th October 2002 @ 10:14:47 AM AEST
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I like your poetry alot. I'm realy picky, so it may count for a little.

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