Feelings premiere, but are not way on top,
I am confused, Doubt’s Runner-Up,
The more I Live, the more I Doubt,
No one will tell me, ‘the coast is clear’
Nor why we live, nor why we’re here,
So I’ll go on, day in and day out,
Still wondering and not finding out,
What this Strange Life is all about.
Don’t let ChameleonsFool you!Those that call others, racistsWithout fundament or reason,Are themselves the biggest RacistsThey drown innocence, truth and feelings,For, the truest and biggest racistAre They!Who want total control and power,But have nothing positiveTo give or say,As they attack othersIn a most false and despicable way!
Or does it come and go?No one seems to knowWhy we need much more,Than bread,To feed sentiments,That would be gone,Instead.
But not all that’s wiseArrivesAnd life separatesForever,Those who can’tMaster their lives.We were meantTo be together,But life’s windsBlew us apartLife no longerWas worth livingWhen the Wind,StoleBoth our hearts,And in later yearsThat followed,Never gave usA new startWindblown lives,The saddest everDo so often fallApart.
We have already blinded her,With our poisonous and vicious traps,And thru History, the most unjustHave led the gullible innocent,But never cleared the Swamp’s mist,Nor crossed off, annihilatedThe miserable, unjust liarsFrom our human list.
Can also give a tear,But best of all,It makes you feel,That human warmth is real.
A tragedyWaiting to happen,Profit,From good momentsWhen you can,Cultivate,Love and BeautyLend a hand,After all,Those areThe blessingsThat in LifeCount and reallyReally, matter.
