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we spitting words of fire

We spitting words of fire.
On top of broken podiums.
Lost humanity and broken vows.
Innocent man pull 27 years behind prison bars.
Show your hand, reveal your cards.
There's nothing left just empty bodies with no hearts.
Beauty is lost, only tyrants and monsters roam our streets.
The for sale freedom, how much does it cost.
This is what it has come down to if a person life can be bought.
The weak live on their knees on the mercy of a gun.
The walls have fallen we have nowhere left to run.
We raise our hands and pray to the sun.
But what's the use if the saviour is yet to come.
We bleeding hearts and our united words make no sound.
We spitting words of fire.
On top of broken podiums.
The government monopoly, the only thing we get is broken promises.
Equality seems to be aligned with a rich man policies.
We fall in line with tears on our chicks.
We trapped inside locked away to a tyrant leash.
We are trapped inside the pocket of a monster, how deep will he dig?
If freedom can be bought what's the price for my peace?
Suffering and me only death will do us apart.
There's no end to this, round and round we go around like wheels of a cart.
We spitting words of fire.
On top of broken podiums.
But the message never gets through.
Written by poetOftragedy
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Author's Note
i've been gone for a while i hope this helps me solidify my place back in DU

wise man and women standing on broken podiums
spitting words of fire
but the message never get's through
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