FILTH from SW2 by Secret Work

gasping and grasping
and fighting for air
draw your gun
point stare
vicious inaction
traitorous wretch
display barbarity

a nation void
a corrupt mind
this echo chamber
keeps us blind

slave patrols morphed to patrol cars
a weapon of fear to degrade and harm
violent oppression
painful regression
your boot's been on our neck for years

a badge and a gun what a fucking waste
a life that you spent spreading hate
a hooded white robe
a thin blue line
they're one in the same you fucking swine

end your life you little shit
mask slipped off pawn for the rich
rest in piss you blue lined bitch
platitudes soaked in rhetoric

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