Mum why is there war?
Because men believe in what they say
So they fight for what is right
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Why dose human nature
make life a misery
Never really knowing
the paths you chose to lead
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She sat upon the ground
Holding her sanity within her hands
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His words are well written
His poetry divine
He paints each poem
He writes
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My mother had a dream
Just like Martin Luther King
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The young warriors
Danced around the flames
As they celebrated life
While the elders
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The sun shone down upon my face
As I kissed the morning dew
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My tears will stain Mother Earth
As the blood stain from our
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People ask whom
Inspires me the most
Is it Shakespeare or Wild?
The poets of old
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You know what's sad
When the system
Runs amuck
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