What happens to the mind of the kevlar clad clown,
Once thought themselves the moral man about town,
Now marched in to innocence dressed up for war,
Drawing his batton, to beat them to the floor.
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I worry for their conscience when the hypnotism ends,
Once awoken to how their morality bends,
At the simple order of a coward up high,
Corrupting young souls, as theirs long since has died.
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Insane corrupt ministers care not for the lives ,
Of the clowns in kevlar they secretly despise.
Just a tool to abuse, to ensure the order,
Of a state so deranged that it’s reached hell's border.
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Put down your baton and deny your abuser.
Come and join us, i’m sure you could use a
Break from the pain that you feel inside,
When you tell your children that you’re not on their side.
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(Written 6th June 2021)