The War for Peace
You on
the lookout
for peace
From a
millionaire
To empty
pockets
All you
see around
Evil, hate
and crippled
legs
You run
as fast
you can
Back to
your home
Looking for
your mom
She guards
you against
the evil
eyes
Looking to
poach on
you
You fall
into sleep
With the
calmness
of winter
The mornin
arrives
Its a
bright new
day
You on
the lookout
for peace
again
Caution: This might be all theory
Tags: Africa, America, Che Guevara, England, Gandhi, Obama, Peace, Rebel, Reliance, South America, War
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