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Arm the Armless

from Demos 2016​-​2017 by Shit Whitman

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calm day in our suburbanite utopia
infrequent house calls (ding)
i wonder who that could be?

sirens shout the compounds burning up into the ground
save the babies, ladies, and of course the guns

it’s raining at the pavilion
packed in at half a million lives
and he opens fire
it’s his right

but when we ask why
they say it keeps us safe from insurgency
doesn’t it just provide them
with an armory

hate loves to prey on people who are praying
for an escape that will take them to a safer place

but can you lend a hand to the homeless?
can you spare an arm for the armless
are you willing to make it a habit?
cos otherwise
they might die in a culvert
shot by a phantom limb

come on swiftly my friends
we must free ourselves from this plight
strip the sword from the knight
and tonight we will topple the might
of the so-called "popo"

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from Demos 2016​-​2017, released October 15, 2017

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