I don t know why, I can t explain
But in my mind, there is no place.
To understand the peoples' greed.
It is not affording being free.
It's not affording living free,
It's not affording you to breathe.
For what it's worth, no one can tell,
And out of heaven-we make hell.
I can't explain all wars and fights,
That's fruitful for the richest aims.
It quenches all the soul's lights,
The poor get killed, and my heart aches.
I don't know why, I can't excuse,
Losses acceptable for wars.
Why should the difference be abused,
I don't know why, and no one knows.
I don't know why, can't justify,
Those victims for illusions.
With passing time can't be verified,
The price of revolution.
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