hope unto the
friggid air with natures scorn unto the earth a newbabe born,
clinging to a beating heart
having to choose a living art,
for choice in the matter our eye plainly see's
is but a life of hypocracy,
asking aloud-will we ever understand
the sorrow within joy-letting go of demand,
hope is the only pill fit for consumption
feeding it unto ourselves a national disfunction,
our forces lie divded as one
a fools game the powers have spun,
trigger of man
should not be trigger in hand,
unity of neighbors a forgotten plan
only together could we ever make a stand......
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