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Hatred is something that I feel,
Towards a group of people who steal,
There's nothing I hate more than thieves,
Who never strive to achieve.


These people live in a country,
That appears to promote peace and banish poverty,
I hear it all the time on TV,
But none of these I ever see.


This is a place I used to call home,
Which now I find entirely gruesome,
Freedom, justice, peace and love,
I receive none of the above.


They say they would be our leaders,
And lead our lives for the better,
But all they've done is rip us off,
In ways you can never think of.


Why bother living in such a place?
Where there's other causes to embrace,
All I ever feel is disgrace,
If I continue to stay on base.


This is not an act of rebellion,
This is not a way of oppression,
It is only a method of expression,
To release my deepest emotion.


What is this place, I could never say,
For it would be something I will have to pay,
I guess all I can do is pray,
That someday, God will make a way.


By: VeRoN