Slow Suicide
Next I turned my attention
To all the outrageous violence
That takes place on this planet
The tears of the victims, no one can comfort
The iron grip of oppressors, no one to rescue
So I applaud the dead who are already dead instead of the living
Who are still alive
But luckier than the dead or the living
Is the person who has never been
Who has never seen the bad business that takes place on this earth
Copyright © Chile D'Rhymez | Year Posted 2016
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