Quatern of a Millenia
4/29/2014
from sticks and stones that break my bones
to nukes that want to hurt me
why do we all make weapons
cant we set this world free
we were most peaceful as cavemen
that's the way, that it seems to me
back when we went ooga booga
was when we were truly most free
so why have we disconnected?
money and power as it seems
and yet still so many of us
ride upon many lighted beams
still yet I can see the future
mixed within the dark and light
and believe me when I tell you
I see our future can be bright
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