An evening sun drawn in red,
Just doesn’t seem to comfort
Just an ill fated hour in the summer,
For a moment I couldn’t hold forth.
Why, just why do we hate?
Nothing is mine, neither is yours
Explain to me the stakes.
Sometimes it seems like a surreal truth
Fuck I don’t like the gory lakes
I’m tired of questions and counters.
My children are so sweet
Their acts are so tender
They want a world of smiles
Definitely not full of splinters.
What wrong doing have they done?
It’s a just a little sometime they’ve been born
Grave is the last step from the cradle
If it is, so let it be me. Please let it be me.
A scared expression is glowing so dull
It’s scarred and not just plain scared
My parents want me back home every evening
My gal longs to see me after a hard days work.
This isn’t about religion or creed.
This isn’t about freedom and regression.
This is about each one of us.
It’s about living in peace and compassion.
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