the new war- by SP

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"A manon the moon" "Homes on Mars"

Words ofthe lairs as they wag their tongues like snakes to keep power

Yet behindthe snakes the men of action bolt forward

the finishline in sight


Yet asthey sprint for their goals the coils wrap them

suffocatingprogress in favour of profit

as theywrithe in pain drops of innovation drip to the masses

everfuelling hope to the down-trodden  


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