Life As We Know It

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    Life As We Know It

    I don’t want your world of greed

    I don’t care of your race, sex, or creed

    By drugs we are ripped apart

    Money is your concern, not heart

    Master of hate, controlling what should and should not be

    Don’t preach your bullshit to me

    I’m just an average Joe gettin’ by

    So don’t point your finger to ask me why

    It’s just heaven and hell-

    To live in a society on the hill

    To watch as our children grow

    And teach them what they shouldn’t know

    Humanity of rape, murder, and mayhem

    We raised posterity, so don’t blame them

    Innocence no longer existing

    Hatred on the brink of lynching

    Go back, back to a better life known before

    Those days when we didn’t have to even the score

    But those days never existed-

    ‘Cause once man walked this planet

    He started taking everything for granted

    The air we once inhaled

    Just knock out the trees and everything entailed

    We go to bed at night and dream of tomorrow

    But when the morrow comes, let down in sorrow

    Mankind stabbing his neighbor

    All the while, we still favor-

    The white man over everyone

    Look what nepotism has done

    Watch the television

     Bruises and abrasions

    Was life ever fair?

    Yes, but we have destroyed it beyond repair

    Your gun, bigger than mine

    It must be for me to give you my time

    Pride is what holds you together

    Actually, it’s what rips us apart at the center

    Your selfishness and selflessness-

    Are atrocities I can no longer list

     

     

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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