.



Drifting on the breeze


//            //


Will you come along ?


The road to freedom

Is filled with pain

Broken soldiers

and children

Just the same

As you are

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Money and the gun

Women as commodity

*** as magic ritual

The sacrificIal slaughter

Of the weak

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Tell me that you know

Show me that you care

I see you

Romping around

In your soiled ****** underwear

Looking for a form of freedom

None can bear to even see

•

Of soft wind blow true !

But

Is anybody even here ?

In this vale of poisoned words

And meaningless dreams

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A little hint of love remains

//

The breezes blow clean

You too can come along

If you want

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You too

You too

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