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March to Oblivion
Contributed by
scott
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Wednesday, 8th October 2003 @ 08:19:55 PM in AEST
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As I watch the suns last flickering light
I know that somewhere theres a child crying in the night
Because his parents are dead and hes got nowhere to turn
Because nobody cares so hell just have to learn
To fend for himself so he can survive
To beg for food just to stay alive
And somewhere theres a wife whose husband has beat her
Whose praying to God for that man to just leave her
And she thinks its her fault because her husband told her
That its for her own good, that hes just trying to hold her
Back from hurting herself and shes so desperate to rationalize
That she actually believes that twisted mans lies
And even if somebody ended her strife
Its too late, shes already been scarred for life
And somewhere some kids are beating up a boy-cause his skins a different color
And as he falls down in pain and screams for his mother
They just shout slurs and jeer-and they say what they say
Because their parents taught them to be that way
And hate runs in their blood-it transcends generations
With each son and daughter theres a new incarnation
And those kids wont stop doin what they do
Until someone treats them the same way too
And somewhere theres a gang war over nothin at all
Spillin blood on the ground and spraypaint on the walls
And some people hate em and some people pity em
But inside theyre just broken like the city theyre livin in
Hiding themselves under a gangster faade
Blackmailing, killing, and just playing God
Lifes simple to them, pick up a gun and point it
As in each others blood they are constantly anointed
And who knows, maybe one day theyll see the light
But until then theyre just gonna keep up the fight
And somewhere theres a girl selling herself away
Cause shes got two kids, no job, and a stack of bills to pay
And her mother used to do drugs-because she was so depressed
About the things her daughter did and the way that she dressed
Until one day she turned the photo albums page
And realized she was the same when she was her daughters age
And she thinks that maybe its because of all the drugs that she shot up
That her daughter was so young when she got herself knocked up
But she cant change the past-now its a moot point
So she turns on the radio and lights herself a joint
And somewhere a million people are killed in a way
And theyll never know what it was being fought for
Some small piece of land-about which nobody cares
But two different nations insist that its theirs
So they bomb and they gas and they burn and they shoot
And they level town after town and then rape and loot
And we just stand idly and watch-we do nothing
But this worlds gonna blow, someones got to do something
Some people say that we should just pray to God, and that hell answer our call
For help-but God gets billions of prayers and he cant answer them all
People used to have honor-people used to have pride
But somewhere down the line these values died
People abusing the gifts that God gave them
Fighting to end lives instead of trying to save them
Like sands through the hourglass-so are our lives
And with each new dawn the vicious cycle revives
And as I stand in horror at what this worlds become
I hope that sometime soon we realize what weve done
Because our march to oblivion has already begun.
Copyright ©
scott
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2003-10-08 20:19:55]
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Re: March to Oblivion
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by BlackFire9786 on
Wednesday, 8th October 2003 @ 09:25:32 PM AEST
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wow...that was amazing, and sadly, very true....i love the last line, march to oblivion, that's just awesome, it kept me interested and wanting to read more until the very end, that's called talent, awesome write
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