It seems to me not long ago
There used to be a time
When planting seeds of friendship
Didn’t go by so slow.
Now we’re split, straight down the middle
The parties’ slit, it’s truly a riddle, how we’re
Divided by race, and other things that we can’t choose
Our lack of companionship really gives me the blues
But I guess it’s something we all got to trudge though, the slime…
Living every day with the threat of a war or a missile
Reading the news makes my hairs bristle
I think we need to show more love
Doves, not tomahawks, and for a day just let slip.
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