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War of Human[kind]
Is it the stories that are told
That bring about events to unfold
The charismatics of those unknown
Inspiring us to go past our own
We live it seems just to fight
And though we may have fright
We are entrapped in drama
Relaxation just a brief comma
Ever since so very long ago
Striving within quid pro quo
Picking up arms against each other
I ask why we even bother
And they’ll say it all repeats
Perhaps that’s true for the elites
But inside our own crimes
We always are facing time
So ask of you what shall we do?
Put back the atmosphere with some glue?
Should we end the massacres of old?
My, that would be something to behold.
The Breadwinner
In those times that we feel beat up
Feeling as if we do not have the stuff
That is what heroes are made of
Stuff that makes them tough
You should know that they have doubts
And just like you can fear the crowds
But what keeps them going on
Is no excess of brawn
It isn’t their lack of fear
Nor their foolish bravery being near
But that everyday working man
Striving to be the best he can
And when the day is over
Coming home to his dog Rover
He may seem himself as a zero
But he is a superhero
Living life by the clock
As it runs tick and tock
Waking up each day
To pay the way
So that perhaps all of his sons
Will be as bright as the suns
His daughters won’t be nuns
But most of all, they’ll have fun
Is it the stories that are told
That bring about events to unfold
The charismatics of those unknown
Inspiring us to go past our own
We live it seems just to fight
And though we may have fright
We are entrapped in drama
Relaxation just a brief comma
Ever since so very long ago
Striving within quid pro quo
Picking up arms against each other
I ask why we even bother
And they’ll say it all repeats
Perhaps that’s true for the elites
But inside our own crimes
We always are facing time
So ask of you what shall we do?
Put back the atmosphere with some glue?
Should we end the massacres of old?
My, that would be something to behold.
The Breadwinner
In those times that we feel beat up
Feeling as if we do not have the stuff
That is what heroes are made of
Stuff that makes them tough
You should know that they have doubts
And just like you can fear the crowds
But what keeps them going on
Is no excess of brawn
It isn’t their lack of fear
Nor their foolish bravery being near
But that everyday working man
Striving to be the best he can
And when the day is over
Coming home to his dog Rover
He may seem himself as a zero
But he is a superhero
Living life by the clock
As it runs tick and tock
Waking up each day
To pay the way
So that perhaps all of his sons
Will be as bright as the suns
His daughters won’t be nuns
But most of all, they’ll have fun