We all use weapons, physical and mental!!!
They're made to protect,
They're made to create harm,
They're words and hands,
Guns and Knives,
Missles and Bombs,
Everyone talks to kill,
But no one wants to,
There is no mental disbalance,
For the lies people feed you,
People deal with wrong-doing,
Like life, in different and unique ways,
But the truth is, they deal with it,
It doesn't slide off the back,
Everyone wants to protect,
But only a few is chosen to do so,
And with that humanity kicks in,
Right and Wrong stand side by side,
To be judge by every rightfully so,
And those wrongfully accusing,
You see the same event, but with different interpretations,
But facts, you never escape, butter up, or hide,
And the bigger the explanation,
The bigger the stammer, the longer the silence,
Who will shoot first?,
Cop or citizen?,
Who will strike?,
Man or woman?,
Who will say?,
Lover or lover?,
Just like good and bad,
Protect and Attack,
Both clap the same hands,
I guess we say what is wrong, correctly,
Or keep marching blindly into the fog,
And prepare to suffer your fate,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-11-16 at 08:53
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To bear arms!!!
They're made to protect,
They're made to create harm,
They're words and hands,
Guns and Knives,
Missles and Bombs,
Everyone talks to kill,
But no one wants to,
There is no mental disbalance,
For the lies people feed you,
People deal with wrong-doing,
Like life, in different and unique ways,
But the truth is, they deal with it,
It doesn't slide off the back,
Everyone wants to protect,
But only a few is chosen to do so,
And with that humanity kicks in,
Right and Wrong stand side by side,
To be judge by every rightfully so,
And those wrongfully accusing,
You see the same event, but with different interpretations,
But facts, you never escape, butter up, or hide,
And the bigger the explanation,
The bigger the stammer, the longer the silence,
Who will shoot first?,
Cop or citizen?,
Who will strike?,
Man or woman?,
Who will say?,
Lover or lover?,
Just like good and bad,
Protect and Attack,
Both clap the same hands,
I guess we say what is wrong, correctly,
Or keep marching blindly into the fog,
And prepare to suffer your fate,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
Read 484 times
Written on 2006-11-16 at 08:53
Tags Arms
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