Ethan Connolly

The pack of hyena's
They gather around
Like a formal meeting
Laughing
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For those who are reading
Do me a favor
Pick up your signs
Pick up your arms
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Another colored person dead
Another colored person murdered
Sorry... she fell
It looked like a gun in his hand
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As I approach the protest
I can hear the lines
Coming from my side
Alerta! Alerta! Antifascista!
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You are not alone
With these feelings
Like you're lost
In this world
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Do not be a pet of the government
Stop laying down like a well trained dog
Waiting for a belly rub
They push us to breaking point
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So I was watching
The news
This rich boy
His name was David Cameron
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Today's Goal
Find the government fools
Hunt them down
Slice their throats
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Sure my words are dark
Getting worse all the time
The only way to get my point across
Without going on the street to fight
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For our fallen brothers
In the fallen war zones
Who lay,
Waiting for judgement day.
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Guns firing
Body’s falling
A Lone man
Shovel in hand
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This is my final rhyme
I take a bow
As the lights start to dim
And the curtains begin to close
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This is for the soldiers
who fought in wars
from Afghanistan
to Vietnam
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Whilst the bombs drop
and the whistle blows
who cares for the baby
that cries
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Why do we fight
over political parties
wage wars against each
beat each other
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Excuse my language
But screw this government
What have they done for me
For those around us
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