-- Posted by SunnySky at 4:59 pm on Oct. 6, 2008 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. -- Posted by Hoebag at 5:00 pm on Oct. 6, 2008 My pants are wet now -- Posted by Blooming Poet at 5:00 pm on Oct. 6, 2008 you should join allpoetry.com and post it. -- Posted by recklesspoetry at 5:33 pm on Oct. 6, 2008 cool i like it