Nice of you
to cheer for those
who lend their voices
to peddling lies
for likes and shares;
they who think
your fart is fresh
and savor the
rotten words you
spew like the smoke
from your gun;
they call it music
the way you juxtapose
bitch and country,
they way you point
to the heavens like your
finger is a dagger,
conductor to the
symphony of cannons,
Will they ever mind that blood
is your water?
You have truly made them happy.
And for you, forever they will sing,
Power to the power!
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