GIVE THE GIFT OF LIFE
What type might beat round legs through Red Square on grounds of bare facts?
Oh, positively a typical stiff, evading tax.
Under wraps bags are kept, minus their true identity.
Local banks launder blood money, in corrupt honesty.
Deals done on down town streets soak life from lined up spoon souped veins.
Youth crack heads, fire rounds through smoked pipes, and beat their brothers' brains.
Oh, what might save round eyes soaked red with tearful fear of death?
Under skies children beg for change...that buys their mother's meth.
Damn the crimes, the cynical scores of contemptuous lies.
Open your hearts and your arms, giving love, without despise.
Nurture peace, bred in harmony, serving respect a chance;
And fill all children's lives with virtues that their eyes enhance
Their world all around them with trust and honest loving change.
Everlasting joy will flood the streets always within range.
Copyright © By Rhythmik 23 NOV '98, All Rights Reserved
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