If not for the moon, we won’t see the stars,
If not for the wound, we won’t see the scars.
If not for the highs, we won’t feel no lows,
If not for the fast, we won’t feel no slows.
If not for the poor, we won’t have no rich.
If not for the river, we won’t have no bridge.
If not for the day, we won’t have no night.
If not for the wars, we won’t have no fight.
If not for the happiness, we won’t have no satisfactions,
If not for the love, we won’t have no affections.
If not for the winner, we won’t have no losers.
If not for the options in life, we won’t have no choosers.
While we indulge in prayers and hymns
We tend to forget, we can be human beings.
While we pretend being, religious and pious
We cannot refrain from being, jealous and bias.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:37 AM UTC
If not for the moon, we won’t see the stars,
If not for the wound, we won’t see the scars.
If not for the highs, we won’t feel no lows,
If not for the fast, we won’t feel no slows.
If not for the poor, we won’t have no rich.
If not for the river, we won’t have no bridge.
If not for the day, we won’t have no night.
If not for the wars, we won’t have no fight.
If not for the happiness, we won’t have no satisfactions,
If not for the love, we won’t have no affections.
If not for the winner, we won’t have no losers.
If not for the options in life, we won’t have no choosers.
While we indulge in prayers and hymns
We tend to forget, we can be human beings.
While we pretend being, religious and pious
We cannot refrain from being, jealous and bias.
Copyright © PS
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