Genuinely Won'T Result
First hand demand
From a land, homeland
From the start
A murderous heart
This river runs low
Kindness blood, veins dry
Try we try
Cry today, die tomorrow
Prove and procession
lines away the voice
Of reason, of season
Of never ending life
Lied today to save,
Save what? Your truth.
Slanderous sleuth of youth
Scheming this two-timed team
Still seeming still unknown
Grown greater, now it's later
Dictator translated
Will never make it better
Copyright © Tara Shaw | Year Posted 2011
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