War Song – 1994

October 5, 2009

Among the trees, the wind did blow
And for a while, I did not know;
That the cure for the selfishness,
(the disease in this land)
Was right in the palm of my own hand.

Why? Why did they have, to rip and tear,
The spirits of others, living there?
So-called “justice” was to be served;
But in the end, they only got what they
thought was deserved.

Dark and Bright,
Black and White,
The colours in between;
–Do they *really* matter??

–Only togetherness

makes

    me

gladder.

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