Propaganda Dreams
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propaganda dreams


Nightly I weep 
silence, tears fall inside 
crescent moon's power decieves.

Little child eight and less
build gasoline bombs 
all night long.
Century of oppression 
sparks fly 
landing on 
barely hidden animosities.

Fed to children 
from birth propaganda and half truth
dark lie propped by violence.


By: David E. Howerton
(c)[08/12/1990]
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