The Shape of a Wheel
The shape of a wheel
Wikus
1/11/2016
It is quiet, it is night
In my heart, a question bright
Should I stay, put up a fight
Should I go, despite being right
Darkness covers no unjust
In their hearts for blood the lust
We should go, they say, a must
They will never again us trust
The silence is just a guise
There word spoken, soaked with lies
Unjust to us now oversized
Their action now without surprise
Will the truth be ever known?
Will unjust to us then shown?
Peace to us was just on loan
Useless for us our fate bemoan.
But in time the sun will shine
People will drink and they will dine
No thought be given to this fear of mine
Thats the proses, time after time
What comes around, goes around
Cries of pain a dying sound
But be sure, a wheel is round
In each position, someone else be found.
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