Hoodlums on the silent street
Breaking bottles seems so sweet
Smashing all to smithereens.
Thoughtless shards that slice a shin
Punch through shoe and sock and skin
Broken bits! Fantastic win!
Bottles broken; fickle fame.
“Soiled corruption is our game!
Death is Life and Hate’s our name!”
Crystal palace made to break
Knowledge built by brains awake
Destroyed by the Taker’s take.
Illness, Death, and Bombs await
When Greed trumps Need, it seals the fate
A nation crushed beneath a grate.
Yet…
Song of Freedom, hard to kill,
Sings from tops of every hill
Hate’s a deadly poison pill.
Greed discovers no new view.
Greed and lies: a clueless coup;
Nothing good will come of you.
Blowhard screams evaporate.
King is Naked, dense, third rate:
Putin’s Slave: the Obdurate.
Someday soon or maybe later,
Folks will toss aside the Hater;
We’ll rise again and even greater.
No longer blind to Putin’s lies.
No longer happy innocence dies.
America’s smarter than Putinate’s guys.
America hears the clarion call
We’ve naught to gain from Eagle’s fall.
Instead, trash traitors one and all.
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The Declaration of Interdependence
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