Political propaganda, if you will; this would be my indictment of the deplorable conservative masses of America. Thanks for reading. .

A global whistle, composed of missiles exists in the focal ring
Of journalists & attention-seekers with their lips on its opening
As its tune varies, the rude tarry in a flu that nervousness rids
Sadly, our grandparents gave birth to slews of conservative kids
& they're still children; they bicker forever, as the mill inside me skewers
To an uneducated state rivaling those of Bill O'Reilly viewers
The whistles scream amidst the dreams & easily threaten my voice
Producing results in which Truman would frown upon his weapon of choice
Metaphorically-rich? Yes - but they're still haunting samaritans
Plus its a dose of their own medicine; selective, yet daunting comparisons
Its luster is gone as clusters of fawns are shining in cages. .
that heed progress whilst "Elitists" take turns defining outrageous
I see things like rappers turned activists, & guitarists that dance
Everybody wants everything; now, we look too far in advance
A new generation, a new look - which trails the collaging winds. .
of past & present faces, who each have been jailed up by Washington
"Why?!" do you ask, is a side of us masked & in debt to the self. .
Why are we jailing the "probabilities" that "might" threaten our health
Everyone wanted to blow; In minds, cases of burglary mounted
We all wanted to hold the whistle, that leaves things purposely clouded

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