In Neutral Territory
I still see realities
as homeless man begging in the streets,
Street childrens,
Young prostitutes and addicts,
Sometimes,
I see bevys, lints of feminine laughter,
Which made me turned my back,
Young girls with such beauty,
You'd think this neutral,
Though neutrality is unacceptable,
A large percentage,
If it includes the masses,
Is percieved as failures,
If you lip sync,
If somewhere in your hearing distance,
The tune " bright blessed day and dark sacred night"
Doesn't correlation,
Doesn't informed,
Then don't sing like a dumb,
Hard realist's,
It's A Wonderful World.
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