How can this even be
How can this even be
You across the table
To be at war with me?
This home should be stable,
To be safe and warm.
Yet we don these garish masks,
‘til we buy the farm.
We can drape our windows with damasks,
And bind our eyes with silk,
But what is remains the same,
For all our ilk.
Until we change the game
That we play
Tomorrow will be the exactly like today
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