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To find bona fide love must I lose a limb or two?
…Swim deep rivers, or climb Kilimanjiro for you
what can we do to cease these wars that taint the blameless
nameless graves embrace fameless slaves of death left of gameness
I keep taking insane risks that bring no gains… it’s inane
Chemical rain drenches my face as this façade collapses in strain
Pain lay-bare, nothing’s fair, all ideas return to dust & thin air
Man can devise sense for the unwise, yet some never fucking hear
They live in fear of awareness, unaware of the process
Too twisted to notice life’s priceless, & loathing’s hopeless
What wil it take to stop starving kids’ – guts aching for surplus
Trepidation makes much of civilization feel nervous
So how in Hell will we prevent politics from being a circus?
Crack bottles, foil, & needles litter the ghettos seedy stairwells
The needy crave fair health, wishing the greedy would share wealth
As criminals enclose in square cells swear that the air smells
How do we halt this hell? Akin to GOD we’re ask to compare selves
Progression’s at standstill, as man kills & plans deals his hands feel
Lacking digestion his glands fill – with rage, ravaging the tranquil
What’s it take to erase rape, & see it’s a mistake acting as crazed apes?
Do we gouge the eyes of inmates, feed them peanuts on tinned plates
Even sin hates to be abused, induced feeling sick & bemused
I writ for the truths, excel… & edit new scripts for the youths
Proof’s in the pudding, I wouldn’t trust a soul that appears wooden
After all these years trodden, it’s easy to be gone & forgotten
Rotten to compost, how can we stop the Bubble hitting rock bottom
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