These days she's awake.
survived the perpetual state of sleep walking.
These days she's agitated
It doesn't matter
These days she's forgotten how to smile.
Empty laughs of mockery surround her
These days everything touches her revolutionary spirit.
Where’s yours?
These days injustice everywhere.
The bigotry you spew is relentless.
These days she doesn't understand you.
You don’t recognize that other people feel as you do.
These days we’re at war.
War for peace.
These days the solution is simple.
But you don’t like simplicity.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
These days she's awake.
survived the perpetual state of sleep walking.
These days she's agitated
It doesn't matter
These days she's forgotten how to smile.
Empty laughs of mockery surround her
These days everything touches her revolutionary spirit.
Where’s yours?
These days injustice everywhere.
The bigotry you spew is relentless.
These days she doesn't understand you.
You don’t recognize that other people feel as you do.
These days we’re at war.
War for peace.
These days the solution is simple.
But you don’t like simplicity.
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