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Who are you
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Volume Two Who are you.
By: Matthew Wayne
Who are you to tell me what to do
Who are you, standing there without a clue
It is my life you try and demonize
my morals you try and criminalize
big business behind pseudo-slavery
few are awake to honor true bravery
the land of the free has been invaded
through a silver tongue you've all been persuaded
A nation of cowards, you watch your liberties dissolve
A nation of sheep, lining up in front of this wall
as the firing squad targets your mind
at birth you have no perception of time.
Brainwashed you listen but do not watch
through the smoke and mirrors your attention has been bought
believing in a lie, rather then face the truth
deceiving ourselves along with our youth
When will you stop blindly follow, without questioning?
When will you take notice, and start observing?
War becomes a tool used by the greedy
as poverty becomes an excuse for the needy
Who are you to tell me how to live?
Who are you to tell me what to give?
Sacrifice, lies, and broken words, you fall from the sky like dead birds
hopes, dreams, and inspiration, you try and take from me out of sheer desperation
I am free to my dieing breath, so give me liberty or give me death.
I agree. We all need to
I agree. We all need to believe, love, and live , the way we want to. Or we will have nothing more then copy's of human beings, and lose of originality. Which is boring. :) I like being me, so I won't fall to that crowd n get lost I'll be standing with ualong with the others who believe as we do. And we will stand strong. Very good poem
-Elfy*