President

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By Invisible Poet

You stand on that podium your pinnacle of power you recite a speech verbatim and your words the masses devour why do we follow the words of one man especially one so hollow one who sent his soul to iran The blood of innocence stains his hands no one listens to the adolescent who stands screaming in the stands It is simple to sign a paper and as our forces go off to die and the spirits slowly taper he is busy forming an alibi I pay no mind to the words of these men but when there caught in a bind who do they blame then the people like me and you so corrupt in there ways they can not see what damage they do For they know numbered are there days

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September 1, 2009 06:53suzieQ

amen to that. seems like every one we get is "hollow". i bow to your skill ;)