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| awynart |
When hope for change brings change for worse, and each new day another curse
is heard across the range;
a dozen here, a million there, drawn into war -- It isn't fair.
The planet's gotten strange.
The sun comes up, the sun goes down for child and criminal and clown;
it doesn't need your vote.
Like Sisyphus, we roll that stone, to prove that life is more than moan;
that we still steer our boat.
Tears and anger are reactions that just trigger bigger factions -
where DO we go from here?
Forward, backward, or stay in place? Stumble, crumble, or go retrace?
One wants an end of FEAR.
