I sit down to write a song
But find no words of something I've ever felt
It's about millions on a part of earth never get
Is it Justice?
Well I know that life has never been fair
Always the strong controls the way it goes
Weak shall die, strong shall live
Then I asked my mind, let's talk positively
Is it honesty?
Well I can't understand the reason of caution
Everyone is lying; the truth is hardly being said
You can trust no one but yourself
Oh my mind tell me something good
How about Love?
Well you've just asked about unreal
A fancy thing is only found in novels
A lie is used for money and sex
Please stop, for an hour still no words
What about Peace, I ask
Well it's a nice story tale can be heard
Only grandmothers are good in this
Blood's shed, rivers of tears
Well I rise up the white flag
I turn off the light
At the corner of the room I've sat
Alone and cold in the dark
A prisoner in life
Topic(s) of this poem: me against myself
Form: Palindrome or Mirror Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.