Carrying Cardboard Crosses and the Hope for Peace
There are the wins and losses,
carrying our cardboard crosses.
People on the sidelines chanting,
the politicians are panting.
A military show of force,
that wants to go back to the horse.
The night is for taking chances,
while the Earth and the Moon dances.
Sometimes Life is such a drama,
like jumping in snow from sauna.
Then there are lovey dovey times,
when you can make up lots of rhymes.
When you are the guard at the post,
or when you are playing the host.
Everyone knows you play the game,
its all about selling your name.
Just remember the end of time,
when your writing your final rhyme.
You'll be the master of this place,
when you must show your sacred face.
When it comes down to push and shove,
the key is to turn it to love!
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