Hard Times
By Riceman
Running through the streets of anger I hear one thing, why? Why must we suffer and you live? Why must we lose and you win? I ask myself these same questions. Why? Why should we be afraid what tomorrow will bring us? Walking through the garden of life and love I hear one thing, who? Who is the real danger? Us or them? Who do we blame? Who do we accuse of destroying tall twins? A man or an entire religion? Who? Crying through the park of sweetness I hear one thing, when? When will we stop tormenting people? When will this unnesseccary anger and hate stop? When? When does time stop so we can think of what we are doing? Strolling through the path of life I wonder to myself, how will I, an individual of the planet, change things? How will I change hatred to love? Anger to peace? Racism to unity? How will I die happy in the future? Written March 10th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 02:45 PM PST 0 • 1
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