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We simply spend our lives

telling each other about our own survival

Why then are we made to be rivals

Sold careful psalms,

reading palms,

the Quran the Bible.

Don’t follow me but look how I grow

This is not about medication

But it’s a sickness

And it’s time to stand up and be a witness

Of this dis ease that we are sitting in,

Move past,

move fast but take a Ritalin

Giving up’s not an option,

neither’s fitting in

Because we’re searching for the unity,

symbolically searching for fresh air to breathe



that we’re not all puppets on a string.


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