
I was just beginning to relax,
hadn’t found a need to react
steered my way clear of facts
wanting less reason to act
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Yet you keep hammering home
reality tv’s quest to comb
through society’s ugly injustice
to leave me in constant notice
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of our garbage world of hate
and crime that rips to negate
any notion of humanity’s love.
In St. Louis searching above
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all the hate and rationalization
allows the pendulum in motion
to continue to riddle our lives.
We keep stacking the archives
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a blood-letting with a constant
no matter where in an instant.
I want to hide hurt and fear away
play myself a little Marvin Gaye.
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‘What’s goin’ on’ that changes
how society rearranges
the same disdain, out loud message,
a ‘we don’t give a …’ visage.
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I have lived a life of dreaming
we could somehow stop clinging
to the hate, the horrific release,
Man’s fearful idiom wracks our peace.
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When are we just going to stop kiling
ourselves. I mean, give our lives meaning.