Whitewaker

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Submitted: November 07, 2011

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As I drank from the goblet of my morning tea

 

A wave of intriguing suspense flushed my cheeks

 

 

 

A dash of bravery electrified my skin as I reached for the remote

 

 

Within a mere matter of seconds the television had sprung to life

 

 

 

The very image that had surfaced across the screen

 

Had appeared to be that of a seemingly drunken news anchor

 

The 5 'o clock shadow that grazed his face

 

Seemingly denoted that he had been conquered by insomnia

 

 

I could detect from his expression

 

That happiness was nonexistent

 

The taste of fear upon his breath

 

Could be sensed worldwide

 

 

What's this I hear?

 

Government officials laundering money

 

Using their power for personal gain?

 

Ignoring the public?

 

 

Thank you America for bleeding white

 

A truth that was once unknown

 

A truth damn near impossible to burrow

 

Yet for the government every day is Halloween

 

 

More and more they continue to kidnap our finances

 

Denting one too many a chasm of bedlams

 

As alive we are eaten by the fangs of avarice

 

While we are beaten across our knees

 

Robbed of every dime we've got

 

Justice kissed the lips of injustice

 

They conceived a daughter and named her

 

Hot Revolver... Bang! Bang!

 

A white flash screamed

 

As it pierced the silence

 

America's heart had just broken...


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