Posted 8 years ago on Nov. 28, 2011, 6:56 p.m. EST by NortonSound
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Here we are back in the Dark Ages, The Libertarian era where only the strong survive, Where the fortunate among us hide their faces, As poverty, disease and filth grow and thrive, even in all safe places. And their children wonder why the streets are in turmoil. And we blame the sick for the diseases they spread. And we blame the poor for their hunger for bread, And we blame the old for needing social security And we blame rules for stealing our liberty. Then we cry for life's inequities, as all self made men. We grow cold to the fact that disease and poverty thrive. That children beg on the street where the elderly make a lasat stand. Gilded like the bars of a gold plated cage, we thought America had already gone through this dark stage.