Seven-hundred-billion-seventy-seven perish
In the sea stained red with capotilism
Unperceived melody of the Fallen
Falls on uncomprehensive minds
Even as the tempest tides arise
Raindrops riding stagnant winds
Sting their eyes as chaos descends
But spoonfed lies (brainwash disguised)...
Even the epitomes of ignorance that notice
Something is amiss just turn off their minds
Turn on their TV's and ask:
"What's Mr.Bush have to say about this?"
© 2005 Joseph Wiley
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