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[naughtypuppet]

What can you do,
when the only comfor lies in the simple logic of two plus two,
when the song has no title,
and when little girls are sucidial.
where can you run,
when you dream of the efficiancy of a gun,
when the tables are turned,
and its your matter that is being burned,
why do you cry,
when you watch the birds fly by,
when you happen apon a caress,
and you strive to prove its all meaningless.
What do you see,
when you look at your ideology,
when your fighting an epic battle,
against the sins of useless prattle.
where do you dance,
when the omnipotent "they" criminalize romance,
when the horizen is as gray as the concrete,
and the war drums never cease to beat.
why do you just watch,
when the cop takes it to some kids crotch,
when the moment arrives,
and somehow you cant feel justified.
what kind of quote,
will you use to build your mote,
when they come for the children of your mind,
and try to treat you as all of a kind,
what question must be asked,
so that we will no longer be masked,
so we can live in our own home,
so we are not doomed to the fate of Rome.