Fw: I could never be a martyr.





I could never be a martyr.
Sit like siddartha, pour gasoline on my head, and strike the match of my desire.
Choose where you want to be.
It used to be in front of at Dow Chemical
They wrote big boy on a nuclear bomb,
A plane, a drone, a white house that never listens.
The children of the children's children wiped from the earth.

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