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 Unashamed;  Filled with greed.  They sat in the mud they've invented,  sipping koolade from the cup in our hands.  _____ Our soul weeps Our lips are dry, for lack of words— to express our pain, our hopelessness  Oh, the economic darkness  that hangs over our heads ____ A pocket full of rocks,  but we want... Continue Reading →

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