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I began writing this 10 years ago, the world's pain is my own. (originally a song) |
(Main:) (Can't you hear the violence, can't you see the pain? What you're going to do about it? The world's "traditions", are they insane? What you're going to do about it?) Look to the America's, gang violence rules. Brothers kill eachother, are they not fools? Arms, drugs and other whorish ways. And where is the law now, awaiting better pay? (Interjection:) (I can't stand this madness, can't stand the pain. This is what I'll do about it. I'll write to let others know, its insane. That's what I'll do, what you'll do about it.) Don't speak of the Mid-East, they battle for gold that's oil. Young soldiers die daily, others gain from their toil. Anti-Semetic behavior, this continues still, They hated Hitler, yet they follow his will. India and Asia, hear their cry. With such poverty and degradation, I can only sigh. Daughters are often cast away, for their dowries families can't pay. Shipped or carted far, far away, at least their families would eat today. And great Mother Africa, she is still the site. For countless illegal experiments and hopeless humanitarian fights. Man treated as animals, some killed for sport. Guinea pigs are her children and women, of a sort. (Interjection:) (Why, why, why? Evil has no boundaries. Evil has no respect for life. Why, why, why? Cruelty upon cruelties, A world full of pain, suffering and strife.) Can hear the violence, hear our children cry. For child pornography is at an all time high, Can't you see the pain, we're back at it all again. But it will be over one day, Evil and it's doers will and surely pay. Help with all our might and pray. For the coming of a better day. Can you see it! |