topic: it's cold
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The vivid images of the murdered Steve Berg, shrill screams heard
Young teen joining regimes with dreams of leaving this earth
We’re grieving with words, but act freely, as is free of concern
And we follow the lead of a leader, in a spot he don’t even deserve
But leave it to words to ease the feeble, blur them from seeing evil
They deceive the people; it’s self-evident to the president about the truths that WE hold
We follow the fallacied precedents, laid down by “god’s people”
And recreate modern day crusades against a supposed “axis of evil”
Still we maintain, the mind frame, and ideals that times change
What’s real is that we still maintain the same mind frame
And though the cold nights, warm days, and even the seasons changed
We still repeat mistakes, which were made in fore-days
But we hold, to what we’re told, fear but appear bold
Keep close to the hope that it was worth more than we were sold
And they told us long ago, that you reap what you sow
But we fill lands tilled with bodies, and only hope for rising souls
It would be naïve to believe, the hope of an American dream
When so many American minds are now buried over seas
From an entity to a memory, to parents crying and grimacing
We care but we don’t do a thing, except stare at the images vividly
We seek justice for those leaving, which leave us just grieving
But see the truth is for every dawn there will always be an evening
The clocks’ tick turns to screaming, Mr. bush your night grows closer
It’s true these days are heated, but the world is getting colder
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