Lead by bridled frustration, a self induced sedation
Hollow Conservative class, letting dreams pass.
Wishing the ideals were real, a message we could feel
But censorship suffocates and the meaning dissipates.
Still striving for balance, oil in its gallons
Directing a world where commerce is hurled
Like a trophy of leisure, hobby governments endeavor
While the poor keep dying and buyers keep buying.
Empty shells with faces, stand in their places
Filled with propaganda, another mans slander.
Blind by acceptance, only learn via past tense
Hungry for leaders who blanket and bleed us.
False rights provide assertion, superiority exertion.
Covered in invisible labels, relying on fables
Social conscience is abstract, morality was a cutback.
We are freedom on probation, another newspaper nation.
Dissolved in our indifference
(Contrary to belief)Submission is no defense
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Submission Name: Newspaper Nation
