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The War
The War
You’re Child and his night time Story
Pixels of images stream to your child’s delight at night
Through boxes transmitting their every Wet and wild dream
Lean bodies display flesh oozing ripeness, setting the mood a light
Sweat drips upon the fogged glasses, his eyes start to gleam
Speakers squeal in unison to generate such immeasurable pleasure
The trash of today’s society is your precious child’s very treasure
Body on body the surprised child’s mouth dribbles in riveting elation
The speakers gasp & friction of one’s skins yearns for placation
“Ben, what are you doing”, you gasp in surprise then dismay
You see little Ben gaping at women exercising on the TV display
“Stop the vile images and lyrics, War against this material”
-President Candidate, Tony Braxton
“Enveloping arms widen to grasp the entailed ideal, trusty feel
It is said that through the medicine of time all things shall heal
Never has America been challenged as such, a monopolised section
Causing havoc; changing the whole interpretation of crime segregation
No cause of aggravation left unturned, explicit lyrics are crisply burned
Then images of models branded bottles are upended & doused is liquid
Call it petrol, methanol or maybe a simple minded “See-through stuff”
No bluff this stuff is what will cleanse our Dear America, no Bluff
I, Tony Braxton will form to denounce this dirt, we’ve had enough!”
“This material is a speck, look at the horizon”
-President Zila Ian
“Claim the so called catastrophic images and vile lyrics as they represent
The present the past and future isn’t dependant, hate breeds ignorance
The vile lyrics you burn represent the cultural clashes of not the masses
But the minority of the society of this democracy sitting in public classes
The images you burn are your hypocritical hedonistic ideas as keepsakes
Through stakes of rampant storms all you think of are social rung grates
Understand that this band of unity will disband when you easily unhand
The man that stands alone begging for money, his red blood cells bland
Stop thinking of censor we have wars, storms and poverty already there
Be grateful you are safe, stop demonstrating and learn to stop & prayer”
Who do you believe in?
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leave links and one day i will retrun the favour....based on the amount of feed that is.
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