There once was a place where no protesters ran through the streets, where everyone was allowed to live the way they wanted too. One person would not be held accountable for the land and no arguments happened, a place where supporting each other was everywhere. What is this place? It is this very land, only if you are willing to step up. This is what true anarchy is, not a war zone but a place where we are not forced to giving up our life for the rich.
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In a Mind of a twenty first century Rocker
RandomJust some poem things and stuff, who knows I may vent here
