Politics is a hated debate
The beginnings of an argument
The opening for the keyboard warriors
A voice for hatred and anger, war
A voice for sympathy and hope
Often sadly played by the rich
Who paid their way to the position
Of power which the wish to keep
The common man and woman
Become pawns in a vile game
Voices promising to be heard
Then forgotten with such ease
The few, the precious few
That stand up for what is right
Are often pushed aside
By the machine of industry
By the hand of the wealthy
Come the revolution
A truth shall be seen
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