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Fight With In
Where can I find that selfless love That can save this world from peril that weapon to shield against war. If war a must for peace to attain, Each man a war zone from with in. How can I set self free and fearless From that freedom leading me astray. I wish to be that nonchalant boy Than this timid senseless grown man. We grow to disappear in to the void We learn to forget our obligations We conqour impossible feats here, that we thought beyond our realms And claim them as our landmarks. The history of man is of failures , We touch the sky in triumph While most men live half starving. Never think, how am I to be happy Living amidst the cries of the hungry? All over we see justice less applied how l can I live in peace of my mind while those who die without care Dying immature for need of care. Men get killed for faith, next door They get killed for colour and caste They fight below for the gods above Next may be my throat in queue But still we see no threat to self Until unable to cry aloud when bleed. We renew the original sin each day The tree of knowledge is just fenced For the powerful to savour at will They know it has the power to reign But forget it has the power to malign.
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