god save the queen, (and me, and my love,) god save the fascist regime, let us not feel and fight,

god save this totally, god save totalitarianism, god don't let me feel,

god come through, come through, we have become godless and powerless without you,
lead our nation with your bible, murder our souls,

please, no art or my heart would break. no flavour or my body would ache. no love or i would cry, no lust or i would die.

god, we mean it man. we love our queen. god saves god saves god saves us from this godlessness (amen!) god saves us from this unnecessary pain, and the unnecessary opportunity to revolt.

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ok this is whatever. today i was supposed to go to a protest for iwd but my parents didnt let me go last minute because of terrorist threats on that area. sending so much love to all the beautiful brave and powerful women marching in the rain rn. this poem thing is about the need for anarchy. i will not sit by like this. im a 15 y/o girl and i cant hang out with my friends v often bc we are no strangers to terrorist threats. i'm talking about this bc i want people to realise that arab countries arent just ruins and a statistic. sometimes teenage girls cant go to malls because of this. sometimes little kids lose playgrounds and safe streets where they used to skateboard and run because of this. sometimes parents have to spend an hour in their car on their way to work instead of 15 minutes. sometimes we lose bridges and roads. and all our politicians are corrupt and they live lavish with a jet and castle each while we remain in debt. sometimes life is like this.