Edthepoet

Count On Us

The freedom of the nation
Is tied up in legislation
Locked on to your location
The administration know
Your destination

An entire generation
Forced fed an education
Brain washed to your vocation
The corporation preempts
Participation

Attempting revolution
Is met with isolation
Left to your imagination
Internal awakening
births liberation

War is never inevitable
The cause is always questionable
War is never inevitable
Power is always the peoples
They just count on us to do fuck all.



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