Humanity is Beautiful Without Warmongers.
You may excommunicate me
For my truths
You may ignore me pertly
But you can never really hurt me
For I know the ruthless truth:
Given me, divinely at my birth
Though these heavy systems
Pressed upon humanity by you,
Creak and crank their erratic rhythms
Through my blood to turn it blue and cold,
My truth grows wings, my blood is red and strong
You have lied about Earth’s true history
Thinking we would get it all wrong.
What I know is from my heart,
What I know is soul-art,
And I shall paint it
Over all the sodden images
That drip with blood
Disguised as sanity,
Dug from your deathly black minds of mud,
Pasted across this planet
What I paint in essence is,
The simple beauties: peace and love.
These two both we willingly embrace
For our true creativity to take place,
So take your global agenda of fear
And your grandiose ideas
Of world wide wars for profit
And just stop it.
Your ruse is up
Your time of evil is over
For there are vast fields of clover
That humanity has not yet
Frolicked in,
And your house of tin,
Made from spent missiles
Which we refuse imprisonment within,
I have news for you,
The people of this earth are not disposable,
For we are many and you are few.
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