SOMEONE HAS TOLD ME
Someone has told me now it's July 4th and I
should be proud of the parade. The old cars and
the battered geezers in the shapely uniforms from
another time and place. But the same. Freedom lies
dying where waters don't run. The old festive moods
make me sick. Just look for yourself and see.
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I'm tired of this bloody gore - the misappropriated
meanings wherein legends are fed to the groveling
mass. Freedom died on these fields when men gave
their lives for nothing. We are enslaved in the grip
of malfeasance. Let's drink a toast to that!
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The grimy old guys in their suits and ties, the
military buffoons from today and tomorrow -
saluting their sickened asses off whenever a flag
passes by. The men who play martial music, their
women who swoon for Liberty's moon. All lies
and incantations - sniveling lingo leading nowhere
at all. At your peril, oh Masters, you rise.
At your peril, you slaves, you fall.
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