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Verbs

Verbs

Pretend, you sick bastard,
That you give a shit
While, in Aylan’s cold face,
You savagely spit

Hide, with your brethren
The blood on your hands
Your psychopath eyes
Your criminal plans

Stitch up all the lips
That dare to speak truth
While fools rush to place
Their own heads in your noose

Reward those whose greed
Brought the wolves to our door
Then penalise the innocent,
The vulnerable, the poor.

Preach hate from your pulpit
Towards the victims of your hate
To keep the masses off balance
And the mobs from YOUR gate

Kill in broad daylight
Drop the hammer; turn the screw
Just announce: “Didn’t happen”.
And they’ll all believe you.

Know that you’re safe
To commit these offences
Until mankind learns
To use all of their senses

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