My poem. Marching though the streets
Armed to the teeth
An Evil Look on there Face
Ideas to enslave an independent people
Enslaving Them in Debt
Mindlessly Manipulating Them With A Flag
A Voice Cries Out And Says
Revolution Will Come Soon
The Heat Is 115
The Man Walks In The Street
Kicks The Banker Down
The Banker Weeps And Cries
The Man Says Fuck Off
Thats my poem.
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Sovereignty to Arizona. Freedom from the United States.