“One Bad apple” is what they say
Explaining when cops go astray
But now a better line might be
“Be careful where you plant the tree”
Like many men who join the force
They choose a military course
Of war beneath the desert sun
Before they earn a policeman’s gun
Most cops are filled with civic pride
But some have demons deep inside
Grim flashbacks to hostile faces
Battle scars from foreign places
Soldiers learn how to determine
Sunni’s from Shiites by their skin
But once back home they’re not allowed
To profile faces in a crowd
America, land of the free
Is filled with ambiguity
Let’s make sure racial killing stops
Our veterans should not be cops
It’s true what they do is a crime
We all agree they should serve time
Normal crooks would be no fuss
But hackers? They’re smarter than us
Computers handle all we do
Imagine life before we knew
That friends were just a text away
And headlines on our phone display
But world wide web means terror too
Social networks attract those few
Who feel that ISIS is their chance
To join the rebels’ pagan dance
American Hackers unite!
We need your genius in this fight
Crashing their communication
Guarantees recruit stagnation
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My bedroom used to be the place
Where I’d depart the human race
A pillow underneath my head
Anticipating dreams ahead
Sound sleep helps us rejuvenate
Revives us if we’re up too late
The eyes are how you always tell
When someone hasn’t slept too well
But that’s the way it used to be
Now sleep is just a memory
Of how life was before the sight
Of bodies on the news each night
Young children slaughtered in their school
A pilot doused with rocket fuel
Then set ablaze while people cheer
A blade cuts off a woman’s ear
We’re far away from all of it
Yet feel the pain from where we sit
Then try to shut it out in bed
But shut the horror in instead
Insomnia is on the rise
Dark circles under tired eyes
Like landmines on a Kabul road
Our minds are ready to explode
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Based on hearsay instead of facts
They fabricate whatever it lacks
‘Cheaters, liars’ are names they use
Building a case without any clues
Innocent means that we turn away
Guilty! we’re glued day after day
When media gets us on their side
Their advertisers smile with pride
The clock ticks down to Super Bowl
Football frenzy is out of control
Not for the Seahawks to repeat
But for bad boy Brady to get beat
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