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by Sam Nov 17, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Its always there And you never escape, From every war around the world From the scenes on a videos tape. And though it may scare you, You hide your admiration For the thrills it gives you in the movies, But oh, the trouble it gives a nation. Little boys play gun in the street, And fights spread through the school All because they find themselves great Though it never was cool. So if you take my hand We can make it through We can stop the violence Me and you. We can fix the world We can fix this city One thing at a time Only if you could see.
by Truest Lies
Beautiful in its honesty.