poetry
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Anti establishment That’s what they call me It’s not something I wanted to be But it left me no choice What am I supposed to do When your government decides to lie and exploit you What am I meant to say when it treats you that way Abuses your compliance and willingness to obey But…
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It makes my stomach churn this awful waste of life, young and aspiring people taken down by guns and knives, how could this continue to happen here on these London streets, they often seem to be victims of postcode killings, which is an obscenity in a land where everybody should be free to walk any…