Testo Misprint

Another strive to deny me. Slam me into the concrete. To make my words into muted tones. To make my message obsolete. With an expression on your face says more than a thousand words. "I don't care who you think you are you juist follow the herds". But you won't hear me out. I try to say that fascism and democracy combine. I couldn't be more surprised with the response "I don't care if the problem isn't mine". You won't accept that I won't stand in line. What I try to say us that everything has changed. It's the beginning of a new time. A misprint in my mind. I guess I'm one of a kind