poem
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Programmed from cradle to the grave Breaking out will see you saved, Conditioned by parents and schools Robbing you of your uniqueness is so cruel, Teaching you about how to conform So that you match their ideas of the norm, Stifling your creative and independent flow Stunting your ability to transform and grow, So many…
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A bottle of Jack Daniels And a shit load of pills, That’s the way to end life’s ills, But maybe I wasn’t born this way Instead to was born to fight each day, Against the struggles And to be stubborn enough to resist, Trying to find a good reason Which I should continue to exist.
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The web of life is intricate It’s woven in delicate threads, Yet it’s strength is so phenomenal But it’s often viewed with dread, But unbeknownst to you and me It’s us that creates its pattern, Beyond our conscious state of mind We need to understand right now that anything can happen.
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Imagine if the worthy The kind and the most giving, Were taken to a new world To start a society rooted in love, One that thrives in peace and unity That shared equally and that has, No anthems, flags or borders Which has no discrimination, Building a world cooperatively With a mindset of environmentalism, And…
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Why do we pin our hopes on political change When all parties and leaders are the same And it’s always us, the people who get hit hard The rich get richer, while the poor just starve.
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You care less when nothing is left Except yourself and your environment, And you try hard as you can To be the kind of human, And surround yourself with love And make sure kindness is at your root, Then you will find my friends the truth Nothing else really actually matters.
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The clear and present dangers It lies deep within you If you don’t look after your health Just forget about shit like health When it begins to start failing Then you will realise what’s more vital To live a poor and healthy long life Or to be the richest corpse in the graveyard I know…
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I stare at the bear With its rough fur, Large sharp claws And cold dead eyes, And I am in no doubt Given the chance, The bear would tear me apart I understand its nature And not personal, But when I see a person With dead cold eyes, Who is willing to do the same…
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When you give so much While people give less I find it causes stress, While others simply say When you’re not treated the same Find something new, in a new place, Why should I give up like that When things need to make change And get treated the same, Without being told to just move…
