Existence is a sacrifice
The world will crucify you
Anything you do
Will be always a good reason
They use "in the name of religion"
You've gotta be strong
The crowd will throw stones
You've gotta be ready
Humanity will tell you're mad
If you try to be yourself
They tell they are only saints saints saints
But they are also humans-mans-mans
And they won't give you the hand hand hand
If you need assistance
Will Jesus be crucified for human race again?
Will human race be killed for its own hands?
Will Jesus be crucified for human race again?
Will human race be killed for its own brain?
Which matters most
A sinner in the clear
Or a prayer in the dark?
Which matters most
A sinner tells who is
Or a prayer in a mask?
Which matters most
The money or one life?
The treasure or one cry?
Which matters most
Hiding a love and showing a lie?
Having nothing or having a knife?
They tell they are only saints saints saints
But they are also humans-mans-mans
And they won't give you the hand hand hand
If you need assistance
Will Jesus be crucified for human race again?
Will human race be killed for its own hands?
Will Jesus be crucified for human race again?
Will human race be killed for its own brain?
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Beautiful poem well articulated and elegantly brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. An insightful creation embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Lucas.
Thank you so much, Chinedu, for reading and enjoying my words. I'm so happy for that.