Does it make sense?
Can you feel the survival?
I reflect on this mess
Duress
Cry for me children
I want to hear your tears
Cry for me mothers
Your weeping puts me to sleep
Cry for all the torment
The world has ever faced
And cry for one who sympathizes...
One who can’t erase
Our friends do understand
They embrace this finality
But they don’t show it
Your eye on fruit meant for the underprivileged mankind
Rise to dine on a wet feast
Solitary minds remind
Dine on nectar in an eyeball facing hair swashed in thine eyes
Read the fruitful message in a line under a bridge
Waiting for food
That you ignore
And I abhor
Cause we have so much to offer but not the will to act
Prosthetics are more active than a world with warm blood.
Creep into mines of truth blotted with highs on smoke that can’t come clear
And weary-eyed we strive to swim in oceans black with blood dried
In orange jumpsuits in the county where you belong.
Resist, cry, weep, sigh, hide from all the pleasures of the crime
Trial done
Mindset undone
Unknown
High-strung
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