A Word to the Wise is Deficient

It tears at my heart not to speak out for your part

But your stance is insane

And the blood is profane

Amidst phosphorous rain

Your point gets undone

When it's made with the gun

And the young children run

Their pain blocks out the sun.

You cannot blockade

The truth that is made.

The world won't come to your aid;

You cannot persuade.;

You can't withhold water

You must do what you oughta

With the tanks on the border.

You can't withhold the drugs

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