Sunday, June 26, 2011

The Future


It is the sad nature of man I think
To keep his adoration of war
To remember all the ships that sink
To celebrate the battlefield score

It’s time for man to move on I think
To escape the paradigm of now
To know that to stay on the brink
Is milking a pretty dead cow

The future is now ours to make
We can design it as we choose
Let’s come to our senses for pity sake
We don’t have to win or loose

Let’s just live our lives in peace
And forget we were ever there
Hate and aggression all will cease
Spreading seeds of kindness everywhere

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