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Hunted
Sacred history like ice castles melt
Myth balloons fly decorated with smiles
Mary stood at the cross crushed
Parents die, divorce, children die
Money stolen by banks, unions busted
Our good little world crashes
Let the rich run for their gated communities
Let the robbers by law hide in mansions
Your game is crumbling
Take the number of the beast
Make your deals with pride
Call your robbery freedom
The imperialists, the colonialist
The killers of the natives
The slave owners
The robbers of land
You liars of in Money We Trust
Your debt to the devil is ending
You are the hunted
poem
by
Joseph Narusiewicz
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