Death to the kingA Poem by SorenAdam an anarchist, power to the people, I believe in individual goodness and corruption of the masses People like sheep, gentle by themselves but will follow any maniac off a cliff Give then teeth and claws, eyes to see wolves in sheepskins Let them graze in nature's green pastures where no fences hold them Let the lion thin the numbers of the blind and weak Break down the walls of the elected, cast them out of their beds Cut barbed wire laws finger written by God Open eyes to nature instead
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