Seems life has more to offer now. More people have had destinations abroad that may never have been seen, Even on TV.
Things must be good. Food is expensive, I eat a poor diet, But occasionally I live like a king.
Seems now I live outside of the shower, Unable to wash the dirt away. Seems clear.
Rain will carry them away. The scoundrels will never stay back. Always they seem underfoot. You can count on them to be back. They will never stop hurting like in the past. Always forward is what they forget.
Never forget their sorrows. Look forward to the day we stop. Stop killing. Stop deciding who shall pass.
Borders. Guards. Rifles. Brains.
Barbed wire, Scorned ideals. Values. Morally insensitive and vain!
Mouthy; Sharp; Idealists and leaders; All the same! Once there is freedom, perhaps we can stand our ground. If only through letters, Letters of the found. Found in life not in death is where we all stand.
Forever forward, never looking back. Death and chaos will be reined in.
There and then we all shall gain what was decided And split it again and again. Equally and unprocessed the land shall remain free. Mankind just squats here and now we should jest.