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The Reason for Our Misery

Compassion for everyone,
compassion for you,
compassion for me.

It started with sticks and clubs in ancient times
but it was primitive fun and fight for your lives.
With animal skin covering your body,
no one was the violence worthy.
Power, money and status stroke,
the senses of Egypt, Rome and Greek awoke.
Pharaohs and emperors fought to prove
how far their boundaries could move.

Endless violence came when man created weapon,
the first step towards mass destruction.

Native Americans were forced away,
while the strange, new men said:
-Hurray!
Slaves was stuck in their eternity of blues,
the magical powder blinded the owners’ views
but blinded the guilty ones more.

Cowboys fought proudly with their handcrafted ones,
today gangs are running around shooting with guns.
Religion created simple rules to follow,
while terrorist actions leads to sorrow.
Panic, every time civilians step outside their door,
panic, every time children fall dead on the floor.

Actions cannot be undone if we pursue an evil feeling,
just think how many hearts still could be beating.
Think twice before that murderous gaze of yours kill
because the world is on its way to swallow a suicide pill.
Do not let the last drip of sense drop,
we must be able to scream STOP!

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