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I'm Tired


I'm tired of looking at the human race in the eyes

To see death, poverty, abuse all covered up by lies

We told ourselves it wouldn't happen again

But it never stopped my fellow men

Woman are told that it's all their fault

Because of the clothes they wear they caused the assault

Men are told crying is weak

But an overflowing bottle is bound to leak

Children are told not speak up

Bruises cover babies but it's still not enough

The color of our skin has torn us apart

But were all the same we all have a heart

Sexual orientation has caused multiple wars

Why can't we just love our compassion open doors

We keep a blindfold on to evade the pain

But it keeps happening the worlds going insane

So ask yourself what did you do today

Because rose-colored glasses don't destroy dismay

 

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