Or the humiliation of some who were
Subjected to dictatorship?
Depression is not shown by the drop of my tear, because
That teardrop is spread amongst the many pieces of my Hart,
That only wish it could start with a new beginning.
With each turn of an event,
There is one who will represent a change
In society, but can it be done in a sense of equal proprieties?
Why procure another’s necessities, when they were actually God-blessed to them?
Why ponder on a thought, of which is righteous, and cannot be bought?
Put immediately into society, give to those who hunger, and let their pain be free.
You cannot keep taking away the grasses and trees, to launch a missile for your powerful proprieties.
It brings life nothing but another shadow of a wrong beginning.
Competition is a game, but to take life, it's not worth winning.
Participation and play in "follow this lead", will never be lead to the
Point of where Love can succeed.
There is no patience for time that flies past, no regulations to help this world last.
For the rocket’s red glare and bombs bursting in air,
Came through in the light -- thousands of bodies were there.
The grass looks greener on the other side of the hill,
But must it be taken with the wrath of the kill.
Take time in these plights, there were not to be these mass errors.
Our life of short flight has turned into terrors.
The one of around you, the ones that don't know
Are the ones that only you, may let their God show.
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