I don't want your peace
Cops in the streets
Tazers and rotors
Profiling gun toters
I don't want your city
Towering sky shredders
Sound proof cubes
Glowing monitor's pity
I don't want your eden
Bloodied dove
Drenching the desert
No power of love
I don't want your care
Animal trials, toxic viles
Tumors manufactured
Pills and hopes fractured
I don't want your town
Square feet bleeding
Bulldozed trees
Smug, spoiled frown
Landscaped life
Carved out of nature
What's yours I don't want
Not God's nomenclature
Friday, October 9, 2009
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