Dear Uncle Sam,
As a born citizen of this country i must confess that the conditions you have created for me to live in are not satifactory to my sanity, health, safety, and general well-being. I have come to recognise that the game you have set up for me to play is rigged to stack the cards against me...You have made a fool of me long enough...I have been persecuted and exiled from my homelands along with my forefathers...you have claimed ownership over my lands...killed and slaughtered my people...using weapons of destruction, spreading your filthy diseases, enslaving them and holding them captive...you place loads on their backs that you yourself are not willing to carry and you beat them when they stumble underneath the weight...you hold them captive and deprive them of food and then you punish them for stealing a crumb from your boutiful table...
I myself have been taxed, and jailed, beaten and accused...
Monday, February 6, 2012
Oceans of Emotion.
oceans of emotions drifting in with the tide...waiting for the sun to rise...spirits stirring in the air... memories of ancient lives... intermingled with mythologies and dreams... night-mares and wicked schemes of devils and gods emporers and kings...Empires crumble when the caged bird sings...there is a time for everything under-neath the sun, but everthing is nothing and then the darkness comes...There is a time for mercy and there is a time for war...theres a time to reap and theres a time to sow...but the grapes of wrath from jehovas wine glass are bleeding in the snow...the prophet said a hard rains coming it sure is awful cold...maybe that sun's just a reflection of what burned out awhile ago...I am I but who am I I don't claim to know...
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