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a Nation of Sheep
A nation sheep
Will soon weep
The cries they cry,
Protect me, don't let me die
So we put them in glass bell,
And still they yell
But they are protected
Not infected, if they stay in the bell
The price of freedom is just too high
The cost of gas is hitting the sky
They say maybe 6 dollars, the fix is in
This administration loves war and chagrin
Everything they can make money in
The families of Bush and Bin Laden
So they gave up their freedoms 1 by 1
In the name of fear, nothing else was done
Be it misinformation or just hype
The brainwashing is over ripe
What they asked for they got
Now some complain it's just too hot
Their is always two ways
If you CAN'T CHOOSE, START TO PRAY
JDW©2008
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