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[title] => The Pope is Dead !
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[bodytext] => The Filibuster voted down The Pope has surely died Vatican City overflows The pilgrims and their pride Iraqis scream and run At the sight of U.S. bombs The terrorists and their master plan Laundering their deadly funds Leaders of the free and oppressed Delegate representation abroad They carefully maintain their smiling face Fearing being ousted as a fraud Societies rapidly crumbling apart Tribes killing off their own kind The Rwandan and Sudanese killers In a German state of mind Genocide and Kristallnacht Glass and corpses piling high The Jews were the last to survive Deserted, left their own ally Evangelists and conservative values The constitution never deceives A separation of church and state Never was truly achieved Our founding fathers voice echoes Turning in their deep dark graves Pagan worshipers and innocent slaughters Plot and wait their moment to be resaved Coma ridden, feeding tubes Ordered dismantled and removed A hospice concedes turmoil Judiciary discretion clearly abused The senators take their lofty seats High above their moral grounds The diplomats shake the sweaty hands Of traitors in their own towns The radio waves scattered The population intentionally misinformed A campaign to win the lives Of those who refused to conform Nuclear proliferation Treaties broken in trust North Korea and Iran An axis of deadly lust On a small ranch in Crawford Sits a short, stout man Deliberate in his confusion Rove and Rice couldn’t give a bigger damn In the hopes of saving democracy Row V. Wade is ignored In a perpetual state of irony Civil Rights become a reward Bi-partisan politicians Obediently heed their master’s call We the people of this great world Will suffer their spiraling downfall From Sea to shining Sea Built on the backs of Black slaves In the land of the everlasting free Our beds have finally been made [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jyssvw [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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