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As he inserts the needle,
To a vein already infected.
He tries to remember,
His parents, selected.

3 years to the day,
His father got hit.
3 years he shall pay,
For a crime he didn't commit.

Guilty until proven innocent,
Was the rule we followed.
They put the gun to ya head,
They pull the trigger and make ya swollow.

A Child without freedom,
Is like a man without a soul.
He tried to fight the system,
As they took total control.

He lost his life, his job,
Now he feels the poison.
As it makes his body throb,
And twist out of shape.

They keep us from knowing the truth,
To which we are ignorant,
They take away our lives, our future,
As we stand afar a cry.

Slaves to the system,
Nowhere to hide.
Raise your fist in defiance,
Mandatory suicide


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