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Words of the West
Poem from Kyiv
You use your words to criticize
Your words just show inside your dead
More of your words to sympathize
You can’t hide what’s in your head
You say every day that you empathize
The dragon rises, you look with dread
Words spew out empty promises
While we lie down and burn in our bed
Another word tells us to compromise
All because you choose yourself instead
A forked tongue spits words of lies
While the South can’t make its own bread.
Jimbo, he done sung a lonely song
Truth is, the West is not the best
Proud men won’t admit they’re wrong
They eat us alive, put us to the test
No matter what, the truth will roll along
Enemies arrows will still pierce the breast
We’re still here fighting and standing strong
While you act haughty, beat an empty chest
Acting righteous, you go beat your gong
History for you, no one true will attest
We pay for your deal with the demon Dagon
Watching your screens while we’re laid to rest.
