Music, Language, Thoughts,
Creativity, not bought
Beautiful, given gifts,
And, yet
How badly we get along!
Politically and humanly
We don't seem to be able
To sing the same song,
Get along
And we hurt each other,
Do each other wrong!
Is there no way
We can assassinate,
Hate
And Evil, dethrone?
More and more
I fear,
And feel, so afraid
And completely,
Alone...
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