<u>To Rise Anew</u>


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    By what fell hand does man kill man?


    What dire motive could it be?


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    Is greed truly measured in lustrous gold,


    Or sticky red ichor of the casualties?


    But how the crowds cheer


    To the hollow fa?ade


    Of capitalism’s reign.


    Dreams of empire in every heart


    No hope, no love, just pain.


    And so rising from deep slumber


    Truth opens weary eyes


    Pale imitation is propaganda


    Gone is the vanguard of lies


    Rise, rise ye oppressed masses


    Walk out in to the day


    Heed not the liar’s call


    Time to live our way.