it may be about life,
it may be about strife,
It may be about a knife,
It may even be about your wife.
The reason is clear,
Its simple and dear,
you love your country,
You hate your neighbour's spear.
But you don't see your eyes are blind,
you are run by pigs who have no spine,
You stand developed by ages of crime,
You fight for days without wasting time.
YOur mind is bleak and senses speak,
Of a chance to strengthen the meek,
When will that day come,
where all stand and share a place,
Not be out looking for a street.
Imagine yourself near me, and I will have always been there all along. Relive the day you were born and you will never fade.
Like (For the lack of a 'like' button as in facebook) Nicely put ya. Spineless pigs, bleak minds, sharing a place, not looking to pick fights. Very nicely put.
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