More of the Same.

The Truth of our world remains a secret.

The big question now? Who is the one that keeps

it?Could it be the stars or the C.I.A?

Or maybe, One of our ancestors in their good old

days. I mean the stories they tell. Have so much

passion it swells In their eyes as they

reminisce on their peers And the tears they have

cried. Or the way you listen as you try to

understand what’s really going on in this land?

Well, I believe we need a plan. So let’s all get

together and stand. But, Instead of pointing a

finger lend a helping hand. I don’t give a damn

If your man, woman, or child what we need to do

Is look at each other and see smiles.

Instead of welling your hatred
And angering your spirit,
Voice your opinion
Because
It’ll never get across
If no one can hear it.

Now there's the finish line as we near it,

But the problem is most of us fear it

And fear is the destruction of mankind.

Wiping us out is the fact

We don’t understand what anyone else is about.

Ever think maybe

It’s getting food in their mouth?

But some of us are greedy

Taking the cash route,

Witness another in need

And envision a caste out.

And we wonder why we lash out,

But it’s all more of the same.

It's as if we see life as no more than a game.

Well its not

So please

Wipe the snot off your nose And become an adult.

If you pass and the world is in ruins

Would you believe it to be your fault?

I thought not

But you wont be around so why should you care?

Such selfish answers only lead to despair,

But what about your great granddaughters child

that she is about to bare?Do you believe That

welfare Will provide it with proper care?

Well if you do then im happy for you,

Because you’re still innocent at heart.

But what will become of the little baby whose

breakfast was just a package of sweet tarts

that it found in the couch?

Ouch,
I know that smarts
Another blow to the brain
But what am I talking about?
It’s just more of the same
.