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J-U-S-T-I-C-E (The Highest Bidder Takes All)
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Revenge is up for sale today,
‘cause fate took a loved one away,
We had forgiveness in our hearts,
But traded it for "bigR’s" part,
In helping evil win the soul,
Of us and those it can control,
Our human frailties win again,
They call us all "American",
We kill with pride in our great chair,
All suckers to the word despair,
We’d rather see the wrong in things,
Hear only what good gossip brings,
We won’t accept pain in our life,
So we’ll just help to cause more strife,
‘cause being too compassionate,
May cause our minds to soon forget,
About how good it feels to be,
Proud owners of revenge.
The chair, the needle, or the fumes, the future calls them "sacred rooms",
Until we learn the sound of lies, we’ll blindly bring our own demise….
By closing off reality,
We shut doors on humanity,
And lock ourselves within a hell custom designed,
Only to sell the highest bidder one more way to kill again,
To "save the day",
And we escape from taking fall,
The highest bidder wins it all!!
Election day the leader’s crowned,
And lies throughout the land resound!
The chair, the needle, or the fumes, the future calls them "sacred rooms",
Until we learn the sound of lies, we’ll blindly bring our own demise…
The children learn well how to buy and sell but soon condemn,
And fate will ring true bells of freedom handed down to them by
Sacred rooms that tell the story of the way our minds get twisted,
In confusion when ignoring "human"kind(s).
And many "heroes" of today will be seen for the first,
In light that makes it all too clear how we did at our worst,
But for today we’ll all go on and wander in the dark,
The highest bidder takes it all,
And leaves that shameful mark.
The chair, the needle, or the fumes, the future calls them "sacred rooms",
Until we learn the sound of lies, we’ll blindly bring our own demise…
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/nightlight1220/prose/953553
Copyright 2002
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God bless you. God please bless us all.
