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reads to Slum "Village - CB4"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcgO5O8JyVo&feature=related
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perhaps...it's not so polite after all,
anger and all, the 40th call...
perhaps it's us that are stalled, amazed at an order, halt!
crossing the border with poison and salt, a vicious assault on the feelings
emotions and dealings of close ones - the friends, the siblings...the good beings...
achieve our goals through whatever the cost, whatever the means
cool beans, could it be that we are the mean ones?
know nothing, not a wiseman, like some would point out
is there a way out? not sure, but surely there's doubt
and plenty of it, barely a spot to stow it!
but also, and here's a surprise - a compromise
we don't seem to see it, yet, it's here, before our eyes, a horizon
of peace and tranquility, tolerance - what a utility!
perhaps it's the ego that keeps us in darkness
perhaps it's the "I" that keeps on the shackles
a metaphore, goes to every pore, for the rich and the poor
no decision is pure, you've found gold? check again, it's manure
attention grabbing, bright manicure, just a target for hunger's eyes and some ridicule...
after fire, after heated debates...decades pass -
saved - face,
lost - what was once great
alone, on a throne, a prawn, emptiness prone....

where are you friends? i once thought in unity we'll meet our ends...

was the ultimate win better than forfeit? in the end...
was it all worth it?