Even black ink is racist toward white paper..
Even fire hisses at the sight of water...hate is inevitable
in this eye-for-an-eye world... why try...
even lightning breaks the sky... and clouds
ride the tears away because nature can't be meek...
nature will never give purple a rhyme...
or orange a pit... nature will always favor some over the other...
Why try to fight something that will never change?
The fox feeds our fur ...the frogs feast on flies
the lion will always be king.... life will always go on...
through pain and rain and rough terrain the mill is taught to grind the grain
Why pay the arm and leg to live this life?
in this eye-to-eye world why lend a helping hand
If hate is at the end of every fingertip...
and death is always the end game...
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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