coffins

how many ways can the goverment kill you?

coffins

IN THE GUTTER PEOPLE LAY

IN THE STREETS THE CHILDREN PLAY

IN THE COFFINS THE DEAD DO SLEEP

AND THE WIDOWS THEY DO WEEP

THEY PRAY TO GOD TO TAKE THE SOULS

OF THE DEAD SOME YOUNG SOME OLD

YET THIS WAS NOT A TIME GONE BY

NOR DID IT COME FROM THE BITE OF A FLY

IT CAME FROM AN INVISIBLE SOURCE

THAT WAS SAID TO BE SAFE TILL THINGS WENT WRONG

POLITICS SAID THIS THING WOULD MAKE OUR GOVERMENT STRONG

NUCLEAR POWER

THE POWER OF THE FUTURE

A FUTURE OF COFFINS

WHERE THE DEAD DO SLEEP

The End

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