The arsenal isn't empty
The people are hungry
The jets kept flying
The children are still cryingWhy is it hard to see
All we need is some peace
Not investment in weapons
But rather donations in needsIsn't it obvious
The past should stay no more
An eye for an eye
Surely won't open moreThe world won't get brighter
If we kept following
The wrong steps of our fathers
We should know betterOnly us is not sufficient
If the powerful ones
Are becoming irrelevant
Puppets unrevealed significantsThe world is collapsing
All the things told
Is like a prostitute
Saying she is a virginAnd all the wise ones can say is
Believe.
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Mind of Mine
PoetryWhat the mind preach but the eyes can't see, the nose can't sense and the mouth can't speak