Why the fuck are you laying naked on the street man?
And those thorn off hands..
Have you been bombed again?
Yes, I know now your body is dead
Children of yours are getting shot in the head
While those still alive faking things for some bread
There are starved out families
All in the dread
I just can't..
There are things that have to be said
White Helmets are ISIS - truth has to be spread
You and me, together we get
Chance to share what happens on set
And for the jews running the news
It's just a bet on how fast will we lose
But we won't..
If we wake up now and don't snooze
There is energy inside of us to just use
DROP
The mass fucking media
ASK YOURSELF
What is the criteria?
Don't let them put more of the fear in ya
Question the answers you get
We are hearin' ya
IMAGINE
You are winning a war
Fighting the terrorists knowing its for
Your people to be free
Your home to not fall
But then you decide
You will poison them all
ITS A FAKE NARRATIVE
I have made my call
NEW WORLD ORDER
created by cabal
This poem, rant, rhyme or a chant is made specially for the contest by @v4vapid
Animation By @zord189