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Monday, December 20, 2010
MY POLITICAL MIND
My political mind
Has turned me to one
Who doesn't mind
One with a dead conscience
One suffering from memory lapse.
My political mind
Has made my sense of reason hard to find
All I think of is me, me......and only me
Me and mine, not we
Even cold-blood inhumanity I can't see.
My political mind
Has turned me to a beast
Clamouring in a human blood feast
About my neighbour I care the least
So much lost in tribal mist.
My political mind
Has me in a death ring like a pawn
Fighting my fellow paupers
Yet I don't care to moan
That overdue is our democratic dawn.
My political mind
Has me standing by my foes
Those very demagogue politicains
Responsible for IDPs woes
So to the Hague they shouldn't go.
My political mind
Has propelled me to the streets
Shouting, not caring about justice jist
Just the jingle of pennies
That propels my fanatical mind.
My political mind
Has made me a vampire of some kind
My political mind
Chains me like a slave
Oppressed yet lacking liberation crave
My political mind
Makes me kill
Then shout in discontent
When truth beans are spilled
My political mind
Makes me think Hague is vague
My political mind
Is the reason I'm blind
Oh my political mind
Is the only sound reason
I'm politically blind.
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