A lazy body n a crazy mind to keep
Welcome to my human being.
Eyes record memories for the soul.
Dont believe the mouth
It confuses dreams with earth.
Feel the light recognize righteous
A lush green tranquil field
Hides it's secrets well
Once a muddy blood stained land
Were many young life
Was sadly taken far from home
In a living foreboding hell
The rattling of the Huns machine gun
The deafening pounding of falling shells
Filled many young boy with dread and fear
Who shed their anguished tears
That burned from trembling heart.
During the Malay of confusion
Admit the dense chocking sulphurs smoke
The ground quakes and shakes
As the relentless fury of hell is unleashed
UNFINISHED.
The stroking of meadows
While we spread the petals
The cement
Was covered with red
The missing stars
Going up into the night sky
Without even a wink of an eye
The tears strolling
In the park
Left the marks on their heart
Continuous reaping
From the coast
All to realize
That
There will
Never
Be
A
Moat
time to jump high
as the hit the sky
stand tall
catch that ball
at the
BASEBALL FEILD WALL
my mind don't fade
those was slaver days
up in the sun
mabe time run
from a sonforgun
it was bad newes
it was the
COTTON FEILD BLUES
it was working in the sun
the truck run
would make pickup
it was that cotton stuff
doing this i got a love kiss
worker in the mill
at the cotton still
we became sister and brother
also a
COTTON FEILD LOVER
they pick
some sit
and was quick
some got sick
theyer slave pay
never forget that
its was a race deal
and appeel
the
COTTON FEILD
I raise my head early in the morning toward the north
Watching the early morning sun set
The evil of mankind rises with the sun setting
To the North, South, East and west.
The world is surrounded by evil
And the evil dwells in the heart of men
I cried out from the North, for help
I lifted my voice from the South, for rescue
I shouted aloud From the East, for justice
I screamed in pain and agony from the West, for mercy
Brothers Killing brothers to acquire wealth
Sisters killing sisters for the sake of having a good home
Kidnapping of children for rituals
Father rapping daughters for lust of the flesh
Mother’s prostitutes to enjoy the present temporary pleasure of life
Someone to lean on turns out to be someone seeking your life for money rituals
The best of your friends turns out to be the worse of your enemy
I have learn to cry no more, for the evil doer governs the world
I cry no more! I cry no more!! I cry no more!!!
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