Da Struggle

by patrick   Dec 10, 2015


Bombs they blow stuff apart
Concrete, bricks, cars, and people
What is it with these freedom fighter types?
Terrorism their tick to achieve their aim

The seats of power see them today
One anus per chair it's mandatory
Well they there, between trails of corruption and rape
Always a court case going no were
Our famous brave freedom fighters

Old ladies and cooking oil
Light them up with tyre's and petrol
Our struggle hero's cry freedom?
Fight the soldiers?
What? You crazy they shoot back
Stone some mother f--ker informer, make an example

You know what, it worked
They gave a barren undeveloped land away for bright shiny beads
And took back a first world country
Given on a plate Via

Patrick 2015

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