Hold your sign

Tout your voice

Hide your gun

Love your choice

The only way for change to come

Is standing there and doing none

while singing fantasies of peace 

illuding that this all can cease

lose your freedom

lose your rights

find your money

out of sight

now youve settled, nothings come

but capital has thriced its sum 

your comfortably intact and well

less you be a martyr 

This poem is about: 
My country


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