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Hate and my ramble of rebellion

by Aaron Howard

Hate is a powerful word..
Not just because of what it stands for..
But for what it means to you.

Do you have hate in your heart?
Do you blame others for your failed start?
Do you regret how you once thought?
Do you believe the bullshit you once bought?
Hate someone for the color of their skin
And not even a glimpse at what’s within..
I hate… I hate ignorance and stupidity..
I hate this world full of negativity..

Our hate won’t get me anywhere, I know this as fact.
Since even if you make them pay, you’ll never get it back.
Hate is a word, I think of much as Love and life sometimes..
Since they all lead to the most heinous of crimes..

Crimes of passion happen every hour of every day..
And we fight instead of saying what we really had to say…
We’re so quick to raise our hands in anger and rage
When we can’t even read the words on the page..

We oppress those we don’t understand for reasons unknown
And we don’t care, we don’t want to be shown..
We’d rather lose our temper and glow bright red
Instead of listening to what the other side ever said.

We battle over oil, we battle over land..
We battle over things, in which we don’t even understand.
We go to war at the drop of a dime
And commit the very worst of crime..

We bomb hospitals and libraries
And fill up new cemeteries..
I used to think the world was clean and nice as a kid..
But that was before I knew what man usually did..

They'll beat you down and lock you in a dark hole
Then make you work your life off just to save your soul.
You’d grip on that 9-5 job, like a raft in the rapids
Just to go and pump out a couple of kids..

Feed the consumer machine wrench jerker, souless worm of a worker..
No spine, No soul..We’ve got you under control..
You’ve got bills to pay, diapers to dump
So c’mon now.. You’re the everyday chump.

No wonder we’re so angry. We’re almost a township rebellion
And mama always thought that “I” was the little hellion.
Riots in the streets, since our rage knows no bounds..
Since in this hunt.. We’re the rabid hounds..
Maybe when we’re not fucked over by fear
We’ll see the world for what we hold dear..

Lulled into drooling corpses for hire
Stripped of our freedom’s desire..
Taxed for more than 1/3 of your pay..
The fathers of this country couldn’t have it, this way.

We’re only a few steps away from a new world order..
So you’d better keep your eyes on the border..
Since sooner or later, they are bound to fall
And my brothers and sisters.. You will heed a call..

A call for us, the true rebels to stand on this land
Since it seems maybe we’re the only ones to understand..
This country was built on freedom.. and I see only scraps of it left..
And to our freedom, I blame the ignorance for the theft..

We’ve been subdued by the paper chase of our corrupt government..
We all see and know about the corruption is has come to represent..
I doubt many of you even happen to trust them one ounce
But this one truth, I hereby pronounce..
Absolute power, corrupts absolutely..
And nothing Is ever truly free..
So before you raise your fist angry..
Do something real for your country..
Read up, Expand your mind..
Don’t stare yourself anger blind..

Raise your pens, Oh poets of the land..
And help the romantics understand..
This is a battle of love and honor
And if we result to anger, we’re a goner..

11/29/2003

Author's Note: Just me and my usual system of the downward spiral rant..

Posted on 11/29/2003
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