Too many years of misunderstandings,
Seasoned with intrigue...
Has caused most people to be upset.
It is not what one has,
Or perhaps will never get.
It is an unwillingness to comprehend,
Everyone living...
Produces their own set of sins.
Too many years of misunderstandings,
Bridged by solicited confusion...
And conflicts without end,
Fed in competitions.
Ultimately split in divisions...
Of who is worthy,
To fail, succeed and win!
And no one does when everyone depends,
On neighbors, relatives and those called friends.
There has been too many years of misunderstandings.
And distrust, lies and the use of alibis to hide...
Insecurities denied,
Must all come to an end!
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