Nowhere To Sit
The word I say is wonderous,
The time I speak of it is today.
Yesterday we lived in a promise,
There's always hope in Sun's rays.
Those who can't speak to move us,
Will point their fingers to shame.
Greed and power leads to bloodlust.
Be fearful of a mob without a name.
Your first appeasement comes early.
The second will indeed hurt a bit.
Then when you question their logic,
Turn around and have nowhere to sit.
Like the beeping of an alarm clock,
The darkest point before dawn.
Between a tough spot and a rock,
It's hard to admit that you're wrong.
Protection for the youngest among us,
We shall always run to that battle cry.
But the removal of "mom" and "dad",
Just let there be hope to wonder why.
Some will always try to cushion the blow,
To restack the deck to make it fair.
Only there always a figure they don't know,
Even if know-it-alls think that's rare.
So, in the end we come to that word,
Wonderous in its glow and wisdom.
A spell that has been place all above,
I say that magic word spoken is "love".
Some might look up to block out the sun,
As the power to shade thought is real.
To stop freewill is a devil's plaything,
And it's always harder to think than feel.
Time is the greatest master of all,
For a moment we all shall shine.
A few in the shadows wish giants to fall,
As a shapeless mob of a blob has no spine.
When best laid plans are written by fools,
The stepping on egg shells type rules,
They then command people don't hop.
Looking through broken mirrors,
Looking down from the top.
With history washed clean,
Then hope is something that's not seen.
That's a course not likely to stop.
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