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Power to the People

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TheseKrimzonFlames

Published: Mar 3, 2009

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     POWER,
In all it's forms,
     Somehow,
     Resides,
Only in the hands,
     Of those,
Who constantly,
     Fail,

   TO DECIDE

     People,
Fail themselves,
And others,
     By turning,
An eye,
     That is,
     Arrogant,
     And blind,

  TO THE FUTURE

     Pain,
Oft times,
Is self-
     Inflicted
It's the new,
     Drug,
To which we,
Seem to be,

     ADDICTED

     We,
In our infinite,
     WISDOM,
Have freely given,
All of our,
     POWER,
Completely,
     But not irrevocably,

     AWAY

Learn to,
     Listen, love, care,
About who you are,
The world you,
     Live in,
And for once,
Give the POWER,
     Back,

     TO THE  PEOPLE

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If you truly believe in change, and truly want to make a difference, then do YOUR part to give the power back to the people.

BREAK. THE. SYSTEM.