Not a reason for a murder, voice of reason
Listen to it
Whipped into shape, pound of the drum, march to the beat
Watching always
Slavery found, everyday life, dictatorship leading people
Watch your back
Feel the eyes
Staring down
At your life
With disgust
And hatred
Fire back or
Run away
See the tanks rolling over the hill
Fire rises where the beast has come
Leaving marks of destruction in wake
Creating fear through the use of force
Leave it all behind, run away from death
Never see outside, locked up in a cage
Screaming out good-bye in a painful cry
Body wastes away, swallowed by decay
Structures failing, deadly warfare, system shutting down

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