Tuesday, June 29, 2010

War of words

Words rage war's.

Body's swept ashore;

From the red sea of twisted rapport.

At least they believe they're going to a higher floor.

So many turn their back to ignore;

A shared destruction, which we may never restore.

Stuck in a nation that sees you by the clothes you wore;

And what you bought from the jewelery store;

Rather then what lies at your core.

Even without seeing the guiding light please still implore;

To a higher power.

My guiding light. With my pen I explore.

Trying helplessly to see the questions that no one has an answer for.

We built the boat, but we forgot the oar;




So, we continue to wage this domestic war;


And I'm not even speaking about what's going on next-door.

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