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[title] => I Am Not Yours
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[bodytext] => I am not here to complain or scream insults in your face I have heard it all before, I know you lie You have always lied, It's your nature to lie You're a politician, nothing changes. I am a product of your creation disillusioned disappointed despairing I am not here to gain favour or beg forgiveness for my sins Who are you to judge me? Can anyone? Who has that right? What example do YOU set? Cast the first stone if you will (but) Remember, your house is made of glass I am a product of your creation self-righteous self-centred self-indulgent I am not here to fight your battle to drop your bombs on dark-eyed children I have learned of war, have seen the dead and know from where comes the orders Where would you be in all your braided glory if you carried the pack and faced the foe I am a product of your creation cold calculated callous You lead them down the garden path hand in hand as children on a school excursion You feed them milk of knowledge as new babes wrapped in folded arms You mold and shape our children in our absence while we scrape for food of existence You build your mighty empires by the sweat and toil of the working man You create the face of revolution from broken hearts vacant minds and idle hands [comments] => 0 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 57 [informant] => gee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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