by Fran
(Randolph, MA, USA)

Awaken each morning and greet the day,
Ready to rise up and join the fray.
Turn on the T.V.; That's a mistake.
The news so bad just makes your heart break.
All about death; man is such a fool.
Led by the nose, just somebody's tool.
"Follow me get freedom, get land, get a job."
And before he can stop it he's part of the mob.
If there is a god it is abundantly clear,
That man does not care, chooses not to hear.
Mothers are crying; their children are gone,
While behind the lines talks go on, and on, and on, and on..........

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