Once I heard a wise man say all life is precious, Once I heard some leaves rustling using the wind as a resource, Once I saw an ant hustling, drops it’s food to help the injured, this should be us.
All life is precious, yet why do I feel this ache in my belly? All life is precious, but those who swore to protect, don’t, clearly! All life is precious, black or white, high as a king, low as a penny
Why do I feel this ache in my belly? When I took a remedy called freedom Why do I feel this ache in my belly? When royalty abandons it’s own kingdom Why do I feel this ache in my belly? when justice isn’t being done.
We are stronger than who we were, decades of hope, was it all a flawless facade? Oh yes, we all have equal rights!, some still filled with hatred and despair, never to be sincere Micheal Jackson wrote “We are the world”, how soon we have gotten ourselves entangled in some obscure delusion.
All life is precious, Yet why do I feel this ache in my belly?
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