Thieves of thoughts those thugs <br />who believes in freedom <br />imprisoned by a lie <br />cry beloved democracy <br />blind from tears <br />are we <br />or blind from fears <br />so we do not dear <br />who cares for <br />a ceasefire of war <br />love is war <br />and trade became <br />thus to with shame <br />draw your swords <br />and write your name <br />down with those forts of hell <br />or lest we can foretell <br />Big Mother knows your ways <br />she'll take away your vains <br />and drench you from your pains <br />she'll quench you with her love <br />but more and all above <br />she'll squeeze the air <br />and suck it in with flair <br />so none can hear your cry <br />no time to hate you'll suffocate <br />just a sigh before you die <br />a Utopist, 'bye-bye'! . <br /> <br /> <br />Madrason 09-06-2014 <br />*****************<br /><br />Madrason writer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/big-mother-cares/
