The Sun
The Sun
The sun gives warmth
But it doesn't care how I fare
And sometimes
It burns too bright
And causes a blight
And the plight causes fright
On nauseous nights
On these streets where the homeless fight
With the might of knights
Their souls are for sale on kites
As they sail through such great heights
Their sights set on new horizons
Their eyes on the prize
Because this land defies all logic
The sun gives warmth
But it doesn't share nor care
All I get are glares
And nobody spares me
From knife wound tears
And what scares me the most
Is how I can stare
Into the abyss and not miss
The kiss of the sun
Nor the hiss of my burning flesh
And if you get the gist
Maybe you'll lower your fist
And pass your pissed off aggression
To those who spread oppression
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