I am silent
I don't comment
I don't like
For I dislike
Extinguishing lives
Young and old alike
Driving through the hearts
Sharp shooting spikes
Can one even start to think
Of explaining all this stink?
Of hatred that runs so deep
That it has its own course to keep?
In the name of God, they say
Playing Devil's advocate
Revenge for our hurts, it seems
Hurting so much that heart weeps
Soothing can these words be?
These smooth, double-edged swords?
Raking wounds, reminders of loss
Reminders that it could be any of us all
In routine we find solace
In denial there is paradise
Just mind your business, friends
And we will be rid of this nonsense
And so we shout
And so we complain
Then get back to our lives
Till new irritants arise.
I don't comment
I don't like
For I dislike
Extinguishing lives
Young and old alike
Driving through the hearts
Sharp shooting spikes
Can one even start to think
Of explaining all this stink?
Of hatred that runs so deep
That it has its own course to keep?
In the name of God, they say
Playing Devil's advocate
Revenge for our hurts, it seems
Hurting so much that heart weeps
Soothing can these words be?
These smooth, double-edged swords?
Raking wounds, reminders of loss
Reminders that it could be any of us all
In routine we find solace
In denial there is paradise
Just mind your business, friends
And we will be rid of this nonsense
And so we shout
And so we complain
Then get back to our lives
Till new irritants arise.
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