What a Wise wonderful Wednesday

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They dont march for freedom anymore It's so twisted now that they walk like ants going to the slaughter house Where politics give orders now and Gold Oil and Land are the new objectives Soldiers feet go from Left to Right But now they cant tell Left from right Like prosthetic legs on a long hike Where they go some never return And the Fortunate ones end up with skin burns Or some friendly fire from some over zealous friends I use to love cadence And long hikes test their patience Walk off to oblivion ... No mission just waiting to be unalived by signing the dotted line professional killers who are children Now they are on city blocks and sleeping on sidewalks still ready to carry on I guess im still in love with my comrades Who march on to evil battles To kill babies with rattles Women who will mourn Men with faces of scorn Leeeeeeeffffft Ooooo Leeeft oh Leffft Righto Left Baron Von Stuben said it best Shortest distance between two points is A straight line Like Biggie said" They Ready to die"..... March Kings March Espirit de Corps ©️thelyricalexodus

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I saw a child once crying I've seen couples who died trying Calloused memories of what has been Faces tell the stomach things it cant defend Feeding segregation and separation in a buffet style Those Hunger pains are numbered and counted out In a round about way we are the apron Stains on clothes where we fed Leads the mouths tasting Salty and bewildered In what we live In what we give.... Closed Faces that Hunger are always left for dead! ©️thelyricalexodus