Give the David his due,
...give your devil to you?

Bring me a rocket
Ma,
I'll be an astronaut.

I'll visit Dad's star
And ask him
Why doesn't he ever return.

I'll visit Dad's star
And ask him
Why he never waves back.

I'll visit Dad's star
And ask him
Why they had wrapped him in a flag.

Find your light.
Whether it be from
Millions of stars
On silent country nights,
Or hundreds of City lights.
Whether it be from
The magnificent moon
Reflecting on waves,
Or the warm sun shining
Through leaves.
It may even be the
Person you hold close
To your heart.
Find it.
Lavish in it.
Dream in it.

A little girl sang a song on the streets
About men, tired fighting the war
About the ships that left
And all who forgot their joy to the end.

She sang in her clean voice and flew up to highness
And sunbeams shined on her shoulder
Everyone saw and heard from the darkness
The ***** and torn clothes singing in the light.

All of them were sure that joy would come
Because ships arrived at beach
The people in the land of war
Regained their bearings are happy.

Sweet was her voice and the sun’s beam around
And by heaven’s gate
The little girl versed into mysteries and mourned
Because none of them will ever be returned.

Let's start at the very beginning

Prologue.
Brown skin. Flat nose. Short.
I was a free land for you to take.
For once I was in glee.
Until you had me taken and used.
You have forgotten who you are.

Chapter 1.
A blank page. A mystery.
Who were you really?

Chapter 2.
White skin. Pointed Nose. Tall.
A variety of people I didn't recognize.
You welcomed them while some fought with blood.
This is what you've done.
You have sold who you are.

Chapter 3.
The never-ending battle.
The battle within oneself.
You told yourself you are free.
There are no battles, no blood, no freedom.
You have forgotten what freedom is.

Chapter 4.
There are battles. There is blood.
Yet you have chosen to close your eyes.
Is this the love you have proclaimed for me?
You have helped no one with your steels and wood.

Chapter 5.
You freed yourselves from the dictator.
But there is still no peace at hand.
You all drown from the deep flood.
Yet you'd rather race each other to the shore.
Haven't you realized? You are not in the sea.

Chapter 6.
You are not at land either.
At least not ours.
You step at our muddy lands yet your mind is far from home.
You scrub your skin until its white.
To you, your skin is dirt.

Chapter 7.
Across the land, some eyes are red.
Their hands are rough with dirt,
clutching unto a plastic that smells.
It dives unto their minds and they smiled.
I wasn't able to protect them when you saw them with a bullet in their heads.

Chapter 8.
Mothers and Fathers that I raised
Have left me and you as well
To be able to put zero's in your wallets
They fight with their hands so rough
You. For you. But what about me? How about me?

Chapter 9.
It's an unending cycle of a triangular shape.
You fall. I fall. Some rise.
You all have lost hope and wish to leave me so soon.
Is this really who you are?
Will I never find who I truly am?

Chapter 10.
An empty page.
The writer of the book grew tired.
He didn't continue— or he never got to.
No one really knew.

Epilogue.
The page was not there.
Ripped like a masterpiece.
A painting of blood along its back.

I am an open book, ready for anyone to read.
Yet you have flipped me close and left me to fill with dust.
You have left me on the bookshelf
and slept in a locked room.

I am being pulled from left to right
Every candidate claiming to be the light
Promising heaven, earth and even twilight
Once they win they forget you and take flight.

Gun to our heads by the future leader
'Better vote wisely or become a casper'
Ballot boxes filled with forged paper
Hold your peace or it is a recipe for disaster.

If wishes were real, beggars would ride
Voted for a meal, while the politicians lied
my country is a deal, sold as a cheap bride
All they do is steal, it's time to say goodbye.

You know we are back to the embers'
there's always someone's blood they forget to remember
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
We are in a fine mess with honorable villions.

Our children screams
As loud as they can
Don't shoot them in the face
They are just afraid
Don't look them in the eyes
They are begging for mercy
They don't wanna hide

Our history burns
The anthem is silence
A country with no rules
Where the people are blind
The government hides
The mess and the chaos

There is no life
We lost it waiting in line
Bleeding because of a lost bullet
Screaming for help
But no one hears
Until we die
Until we are silent

The future is dark
We can't see it through the smoke
Our television is rose colored
Always telling lies
And I can't decide
If I fight for this country
Or let it die

Jim was a man from the country
he rode horses around a big fun tree
the horses would buck, which was really bad luck
cause poor Jim cracked his coccyx abruptly!

Frickin' freckin' fruckin' fruck
Fifty bucks to fix my truck
Pockets empty
Out of luck
I'm stuck here now
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