4-6-2004
Read the graffiti painted on the wall,
Its expressions, hard to put in words,
Yet the wars get started and the feuds get fought,
There is no food, no money, nothing home to be brought.
I hope my kids aren't brought into this,
I want a world of blue skies of joy of bliss,
I want happiness to caress
All families and all of the kids,
I wish never to be heart broken.
My feelings never to be dismissed,
I wish we could rise above all this,
Listen to our elders learn the lessons that they teach,
We followed our teachers and parents and
What they have to preach.
Yet some of us don't listen
Turn our backs and walk a path,
The devil is calling them and
with him they sign a pact,
They think they now have more freedom.
Yet it is he who controls their lives, and
What is deep within them,
They don't understand what they are doing to themselves,
The smoke is closing their eyes,
dragging down their face,
Its deep dark secrets, never to be spoken of,
Cant break the contract, it was missing something,
Something called LOVE.
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