The Stream Bubbled Soft,
Skimming The Sides Of Worn Stones,
The Currents Whisper,
The Secrets Which Forests Keep,
If Only We Would Listen

Tell Me, How Much Pain Can One Tear Contain?
What Is It Like To Stare In Hungry Eyes?
What Is It Like To Only Own A Name?
What Is It Like To Feel Cruel Genocide?

Children Watch As Their Mothers Slowly Fade,
Mothers Watch As Their Daughters Slowly Starve,
A Father Watches His Son Go To Trade,
As Tears Travel Down The Gully They've Carved

Haunted Eyes Softly Whisper To The Sky,
Disease Scuttles Through Brittle Broken Bones,
Hours Fill Their Schedule On Which They Cry,
As They Shuffle With Bare Feet On Small Stones

What Is It Like To Own Unearthly Eyes?
Why Does Our World Still Harbor Genocide?

My
Biggest
Addiction
Is
The
Sweet
Sound
Of
Your
Applause*

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