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A mockingbird mocks
She hardly hears

The twinkling sound
of stars falling in her eyes

Her mind is too far away
Strayed in the light-speed
of the found and the lost

Dizzy, is she
She feels trapped
Inevitability of the universe

She is just that mockingbird
She hears

The world hears neither of them
But both can pretend
When a neck is crushed by someone's knee
He may not be able to breathe
He may even die

It's not always a matter between two
It’s a matter of Justice and Injustice
The Injustice crushes the neck of justice

Crooks say Blacks and Whites always fight
But they are not at all right
It’s a myth created by the haters

Haters injects racism, casteism, religionism
In the breath, mind and blood of everyone
But not everyone are that much fools

When haters are supported by the throne
Then the peoples who are not the fools
They shake the throne with much force

They convey the message in a nice way
They have the power to invert the throne
They have the power to break the throne

Because Blacks and Whites never fight
They recognize each others right
And always support what is right
Will You Support?? Are you ready to support??
when there were songs to sing
and friends to keep
names to carve into trees
knees to scrape on concrete
when all that mattered to me
didn't matter the next week
just the way it ought to be
childhood just felt so... free
version 2, less depressing
She undo me from the tight grasp of the world
The universe hasn't been to kind
Or maybe it's just following behind father time.
God has been stepping on my neck
She see me wheezing
So she give me her very last breath
She tell me breathe slow
Exhale past trauma
Inhale a unknown tomorrow
In my perfect world
I’d see us dancing together
Heart's filled with blossoms forever
As if we’re match made in heaven

In my perfect world
You’d take my hand we’d walk the mile
Your strong figure caressing mine
Chest intertwined that’s worth awhile

In my perfect world
Is it only mine
But is it the perfect world
Or a deceiver of the true world
I came around first at your BIRTH
I gave pain and don't REGRET
I travel with you for the rest of your LIFE

As life goes on
You hate me sometimes and wish me gone
You love me sometimes and wish for me to never go

Unlike your birth you got two choices at death; PAIN OR PEACE
you got to cry at birth or you might be said to be dead. A choice not to cry at death can be easy or hard.

Pain and then peace NOT pain and then pain again.
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