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10/29/2014

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Closed minds behind closed doors behind High walls
Surrounded by fountains of tears, walls moulded of fears
A city crowded with seers, crippled with unseen desires
Masses of disciples thirsty for an answer become wisps ready to follow gale
Judge I shall not but hear ye lest you scorch in eternal flames
Famished souls enclosed in filled cases satisfied by temporary pleasures.
Portly Covetous schemers, bald headed pot-belly bearers succumb to selfish pressures
Leaving meagre crumbs for the trodden to trample each other for
My country your country our country exists no more

Look to the East look to the West or maybe down South
A nation of vagrants, bowl in hand, living from hand to mouth
Look to the East look to the West or maybe down South
They don’t have the answers!
Look to the East look to the West look in the mirror
Does the enemy become clearer?
Does the conversation become deeper?
Dare to visualize a brighter dawn,Dreams aborted
My country your country our country exists no more.


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