No! Not like that
Do not be brutal
.
Let your rich hostile fists
Not covet weaker cheeks
.
Stop kicking cans down silent streets
Dogs will charge and bite your feet
.
Alright
Let the leader loose his bossy tie
Humbly shall we reach the sky
.
Still in this life
Of peace and strife
Whether here or there- stocked in this earthly shelf
No man is man all by himself
.
Let the hidden stones of foes
Stop bruising innocent toes
.
For whatever we do- deep or shallow
Follows us just like our shadows
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