Crazy World
This world is changing in such a quick pace
Yet the old is still here when we speak of race
Freedom of war is what we need
But warnings we still heed
Is this world ready for peace
Will the hatred of skin ever cease
We all bleed red we all feel pain
Yet the meek are still left in the rain
The leaders are blind and fake
When we still burn the inocent at the stake!
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