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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387088" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>America.... Revolution, Or The Fall!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">America, America, <br>your pale skinned death testifies! <br>the cross of your democracy laid down, <br>the blood on your hands names your guilt.<br>your bodies laid in soldiers' graves, <br>strewn across your planted fields.<br>while wild fires rage, <br>and your tenements boil, <br>as your children march to death.<br>the poverty of indifference, <br>strikes the bell that cannot ring.<br>while the wealthy drink the blood<br>of your disembodied men.<br>and your hallowed god turns his face, <br>disgusted by what he's seen.<br>blood sacrifices on your borders, <br>blood sacrifices in your mills.<br>your families driven from their homes, <br>while your prisons turn the wheel.<br>and the hungry walk your streets<br>wearing familiar shoes.<br>the haunting cry of liberty, <br>rattles against your walls.<br>while justice is bought and sold<br>in your sacred halls! <br>and the colors of eguality, <br>bleed into your angry streets.<br>your schools struck numb<br>by propaganda's thumb, <br>your daughters sold like meat.<br>America, America, <br>revolution, or the fall!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q>
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your pale skinned death testifies! 
the cross of your democracy laid down, 
the blood on your hands names your guilt.
your bodies laid in soldiers' graves, 
strewn across your planted fields.
while wild fires rage, 
and your ten..."></div>
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