The heart so often lives,
We need much more than purple rain,
The peace, Poetry gives.
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How unappreciated
Have tried to beTeachers, MentorsPreachers of good wordAnd works,Behaving with true solidarity,Creators of better lives and thingsBut they are so many times,AbusedSo often misunderstoodSo much hate, under life’s hood,So much incomprehension adding toSocial unrest and insecurity, too!Why?Because They, the JustHad discoveredThat in the ruling classThere were many others,Not only wrongBut with very bad intentionsOf control…
The Human condition,
We feel,Tears, fears,Love, hate,Anguish, debate,Against lies and abuse,Liberty taken!Liberty lied,Liberty forsaken,Our Life and our Pride,Vision of Hope,Must stay at our side.Liberty must not be lost,It’s the most precious right,The one you love most!
Bad winds are blowing,
Excesses, accumulating,Truly out of hand,Those responsible,For them, no reprimand,Many things are crumbling!Very hard to understand,How those now who have power,Have been making wrong decisionsRoughly written in the sand.
Sensitivity begets tears,
To not feel at all,Than to feel and not be near,That, that cannot be,Never to posses the golden tear,Of love that suddenly appears,But then becomes a whisper in the wind,Now so far away, when once so near.
Thinking, thinking all the time,
In the solitude of Time,In the solitude of morn,Life inserts its painful thorn,For existence is a myth,Knowing not, why we exist.
I wish it would snow,
As much as I,I wish I could go,Somewhere that would satisfy,The vital hunger,That’s always by my side,And makes me wonder,What makes me tic inside,For, I’m not a clockFor that matter, always late,But the one thing I know,Is that in me, thoughThere’s more love,Than there is hate.