Everything is falling apart,
people dying every day.
Something has to change, no doubt,
there has to be another way.
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Children dying, women slaves,
the men are the reason why.
Instead changes things by ourselves,
we accept the way they tell their lie.
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What are we doing?
Why are we just waiting?
No one has ever changed a thing,
sitting around and hesitating.
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Slowly now, we see the problem,
and the way we should react.
Our anger building, bound to break,
though the date is not exact.
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We rebeled against the british,
when they tried to take our rights.
We started a war across a sea,
that lasted so many nights.
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Cuba declared its independence,
also through a war.
They got our help,
which evened up the score.
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A hundred wars,
we fought and won.
Blood was spilt,
we joined as one.
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So if we were to start another,
how could that change the world?
A revolution of a country,
starting with just one angry girl.
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Nightmares
PoetryThese are definitely creepy, and maybe a little psychotic. **WARNING** INAPPROPRIATE THEMES INCLUDING: SELF-HARM, SUICIDE, MURDER, GROSS IMAGES, REFERENCES TO DRUGS, ALCOHOL, AND SEX.