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To the Victor Go the Spoils- WE are the Spoils
Contributed by
invierno
on
Tuesday, 15th April 2014 @ 08:57:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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My table is revoltingly full-
his dish quivers; television's sin,
in that bowl quavers the idiot's grin-
the flag waves borne on sickness's
swell-
I look at my country-
all is not well.
Miley's ass tweaks-
Slavering, slobbering fools;
surrendering morals, willingly tools-
mindlessly lifted the higher the
hem-
I look at my country-
remembering when.
Disney revered-
Quick, hush! Don't speak!
Perversion for children, parent's so weak-
Eyes closed to the devil, pervading
us-
I look at my country-
filled with disgust.
I-Pads, I-Phones, I, I, I-
Morals perverted beyond repair,
Satan is grinning, ear to ear-
He knows he is winning, battle near
done-
I look at my country-
Evil has won.
Copyright ©
invierno
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2014-04-15 20:57:15]
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Re: To the Victor Go the Spoils- WE are the Spoils
(User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on
Tuesday, 15th April 2014 @ 09:05:40 PM AEST
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yes things have changed, so much, i wonder where peoples minds have gone sometimes, i still have hope, look forward,
hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: To the Victor Go the Spoils- WE are the Spoils
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 15th April 2014 @ 10:53:13 PM AEST
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| Poetry with a meaning message and well done at that. Very nice. I like it |
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Re: To the Victor Go the Spoils- WE are the Spoils
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by softerware on
Friday, 2nd October 2015 @ 10:50:33 PM AEST
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We have come to value things instead of people.
We speak AT one another, not to. for the sound of our own voice.
We are imploding.
I look at my country, and hope youth will see what we have not.
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