November 3, 2004
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There's greed, a need
to be considered
right.
To set one's sight
on devastated lives
and ask
what could I do to make this better
for me.
Where can I add a seed of discontent
and nourish well the dreams
born of regret
Great days. Great days.
We're the chosen ones.
Remember not to breathe
the poisoned fumes.
Life can greet you well
can be your muse.
Just watch Fox news.
And lay down your life for the fatherland.
Pay your dues.
For you know it's not you
it could be
it could be
a few good men
set out to collect the dues.
Give it up.Give up
MY man. My good man.
Understand that
reality
is what I make of it.
It's me, Uncle Sam.
Recognise the stripes and stars
the Red and Blue that
mimics freedom's wares, wars.
Do you see the people flocking at our gates?
Does that tell you what to think?
It's us. Take it on faith.
This is the nation that lovesto laugh at itself
beat a retreat
a firm defeat is but one face
of a coin that says,
"I'm worth it."
Ha.It's me. It's only me.
Do you want to, dare to, care to,
seem fit to disagree?
What of it....
This is an unreal day.
I woke up feeling sick. A physical pain as though I'd
been punched in the stomach. It's not even my f'ing country. But I live
here. And I care.What a waste.
Comments (3)
Well said. Thanks for subbing. Wish the photo above wasn't quite so tempting.
Sadly, my friend sent me an article that said immigration to Canada is not so easy. 
i thought about it all day; it doesnt make sense - and then i realized that the disconnect is actually my own fault - me, my gang at the pub and every one else that found that astonishing and surprising and sad, from whichever dimension that was most appealing, simply didnt factor in the average voter .... I just dont know that average person in this country, where i have spent the last 3 years in, is like and that disconnect is what has me thinking .... am i where i think i am ?
Hmmm
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