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Do we fight to live?,Do we live to fight?,
Obvious questions for obvious times.....
Didn't there use to be boundaries?,
Things you just didn't do?,
I was taught that, were you?,
When did we cross the line?,
And why can't we go back?,
Once upon a time, there were rules,
And everyone respected them,
Faithfully, but blindly,
Blindly, because they were left to question,
Which is not a bad thing at all,
But like all addictions, we just couldn't stop after one,
And we began to abuse the word, pasicify,
Until all the rules are nothing more than a ancient practice,
There was reasons for the measures of our elders,
You can't give them everything they want,
Because they will desire nothing,
And take everything without question,
But like all things, it is never too late,
Only if you choose it to be,
There is still hope in these angry eyes of theirs,
For all this evil, this just didn't happen overnight,
Was it ever asked why they do what they do?,
And have we heard it?,
Everyone knows why we do what we do?,
And it is not always for conquering or evil intentions,
For our helping hands, we are awarded many times over,
But the bad things is all we see for the sake of the buck,
Agendas sell, not the truth, I guess,
And the evil, it's the other way around,
Whatever,
Who will close Pandora's box,
With two sides that will not yield,
Prayer is the best defense that you have now,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Brian
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2007-07-26 at 02:55
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