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Trap Shut

Trap Shut

The world has gone crazy
People
Believing
Deceived
Pitched against each other
By some foisted disorder
Upon ourselves
Just as we are told
By news outlets
That we are out of control
To reign us in
Through thick and thin
So we may begin
Another cycle
Of the same thing
I tend to my garden
I lick my wounds
I stand up against systems
I discover something
Their vulnerability
Their hostility
Their psychological insanity
Their immobility
Against the individual
I don't do war
I cut and run
If nothing else
I'm having fun
Under the Sun
While they wield their guns
Tanked up
The revolution is on me
One man at a time
For everything is described
As some kind of crime
Where politicians grovel
In their own grime
I will not give in
But hide in their seek
When they make their noise
I won't make a peep
However they describe me
I am not a sheep
This is my seditious creep
Wily
Outfoxing


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