Man searches in the garden,
For a fruit to find,
Some say it's sour others pure divine,
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When I’m dead and gone,
Don’t mourn for me,
Life is too short as you see.
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The sun cutting through the clouds,
Landing on the water,
Like liquid crystal.
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Terrorists! ! ! We cry, as we point the finger of blame...
9/11! ! ! We cry, it has left us dead and lame...
Iraq! ! ! We shout, is the country of our hate...
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Why do we go to war these days with all our 'civilized' ways?
Bullets whizing past, bombs hail their unmerciful blasts,
Clouds of dust plume, darkness on the battlefield looms,
Men taking their last breath awaiting their impeding death.
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I am a scientist,
I deal with numbers and math,
But I cannot explain my current path.
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In this multi-coloured world,
with no pure black,
no pure white.
I struggle with my feelings,
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Oh cruel faith, why me?
Why give me a cardboard box and them a house?
Why give me tattered clothes and them the latest fashions?
Why give me loneliness and them love?
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The light of the moon shining,
Stars twinkling in the night sky each one competing for our affection.
A lake with two swans gently gliding over,
This shimmering silver landscape of the still waters,
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Who am I?
Am I the man with a briefcase in one hand and a mobile in the other rushing through the street?
Or
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