kolte
May 27th, 2008, 05:05 PM
title; Mob (Wrote on my hand on the bus today)
Here you sit despondently,
trapped in an idle bondage.
Why can't you except the fact
that laws simply aren't flawless.
title; Considering Capitalism (Written in haste 7/7)
A master holds his slaves keys.
An old man holds his dead son.
But the guilty have no peace.
And nobody sees him sob.
A robber flees with his bread.
But the officers will fire.
His body lays but in his death.
His family goes hungry.
Here you sit despondently,
trapped in an idle bondage.
Why can't you except the fact
that laws simply aren't flawless.
title; Considering Capitalism (Written in haste 7/7)
A master holds his slaves keys.
An old man holds his dead son.
But the guilty have no peace.
And nobody sees him sob.
A robber flees with his bread.
But the officers will fire.
His body lays but in his death.
His family goes hungry.