A teeny tiny little head,
Resting on a little bed,
Where this baby has been born,
No one knows or even cares,
Too rapped up in some TV,
Too concerned to really be.
Another victim,
Corporate fraud,
Maybe they just served abroad,
Come back so spent, they aren’t awed,
That people dye,
That people lye,
Every time you fill your tank,
Remember that old western bank?
Iraq, Iran, the Middle East,
We just sat down to have a feast,
How dare you tell us our friends have ceased,
To live this life so we can pay,
And pave the way,
-another day,
Is always what we have to say,
To this teeny tiny little head,
And an even smaller mind.
-Aaron E-J

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