terrorists
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Dear Life,
Why must you bore me?
Why must I fill myself with blasts of RGB from a screen just to have purpose?
Why can't you satisfy me?
Why must I let you make me such a mess?
The young people
Out to enjoy the night
Sweating under blinding lights
Screaming for a glimpse of their hero
But with freedom comes malevolent evil
at this time of great unrest
our nation stands
divided
in a civil war of prose
snowflakes and nazis
aliens and terrorists
little do our people know
pride comes before the fall
Guns may fire
Bombs may drop
But we stand with you
Côté à côté.
Blood has been spilled
Your people have been killed
Qu'Ran carrying, turban wearing, Allah praying people.
Muslims after that day were never really seen as an equal, only a fear.
