No confluence to the last one. But hey, I'm no expert. I just make these up on the spot, no drafts.
My eyes are worn with the tears of strangers
I look out upon my world with despiration
We are blind to the problems of the past
On this ride of life, locked in repetition
The world is in turmoil
And for what?
They say peace
Forget that
The blood of young men cannot cure us
Give youth the reins
We have a mind and you will see
A world of "freedom" and "liberty"
oops, my rhyming is off... oh well.
2007-07-09
11:26:57
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