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Power Trash


Power Trash

The pen is still mightier than the sword
Which is why they kill journalists
And whistle-blowers
Take my word for it
There is a very long list
Of brave murdered souls
Who will never be forgotten
As those in control
Hang by shreds
Of evidence
Left by those revealing
Before their death sentence
Signed
Sealed
Delivered
Abstention and repentance
While the powers that be
Figured
Continuation of misery
Will erase from the pages of history
Their greed and corruption
For they also strive to be free
Of themselves
As they carry on
Fight or flight
Garbage

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