<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387444" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Crosses Burning # 2</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Native America tragedy, <br>cant escape the curse of history, <br>poverty has its remedies, <br>none of which are good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">crystal meth and crack cocaine, <br>Devil drives that old train, <br>cant fix the hole or ease the pain, <br>and wouldnt if it could...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">still the wheel of life<br>keeps on turning; <br>in the land of illusions, <br>crosses burning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">small town heroes falling, <br>the ghosts of freedom calling, <br>yet the truth is quite appalling, <br>pawns in the game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wall Street ghouls in trench coats, <br>tax incentives, life boats, <br>dont know which way the wind blows, <br>numbers without a name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">still the wheel of life<br>keeps on turning; <br>in the land of manipulation, <br>crosses burning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">cant tell the truth from a lie, <br>you live and work and then you die, <br>cant take it with you if you try, <br>lost inside a maze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">redemption or salvation, <br>the train has left the station<br>for a greedy soulless nation, <br>who profits and who pays? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">still the wheel of life<br>keeps on turning; <br>in the land of denial, <br>crosses burning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">addicted to foreign oil, <br>incursions on foreign soils, <br>enough to make your blood boil, <br>when enough is enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while children starve and women die, <br>paint the picture but you cant hide, <br>your hands are bloody, you cant deny...<br>stop, in the name of love! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">still the wheel of life<br>keeps on turning, <br>in the land of promise, <br>crosses burning.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387444" data-title="Crosses Burning # 2 de Eric Cockrell" data-description="Native America tragedy, cant escape the curse of history, poverty has its remedies, none of which are good. crystal meth and crack cocaine, Devil drives that old train, cant fix the hole or ease the pain, and wouldnt if it could... still t..."></div> </div> </div>

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