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[title] => This Sunset We Share
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[bodytext] => The burning hits the slope, And slows as if in vain, The rays once yellow, now glimmer orange Releasing the days pain And the man, he sits on a hill of dirt Watchful eye on nature And thinks of all the places he could be In which he could lay eye on this beautiful scene He may be poor, bills to pay No job to turn, and a wife that ran away Whilst on the other side, A man may stand, tall with pride The world at his feet, money gleaming in his eye Do not both these men see the same sunset, As you and I? So what makes us different as a human being, What's brought us to this moment In two unique, yet similar points of seeing? When did we forget we share this world? That we have the same surroundings, And that each bud that naturally unfurls, We share in existence The alcoholic on the corner Shaking, spirit high with spirits Lays one blurred eye on the rays that now enter his vision Wishful thinking enters his broken mind, A mind filled with a mission Soon taken when the liquid, Destroys his mind without permission We share this world, Yet we create borders in our brain, To push our own self forward Powered by someone else's pain The murderer looks upward, Blood dripping from his hand The sunset blinds his moral eye, There's no time for him to stand Times ticking, hearts beating But the sun still comes forth For it's forewarned earthly meeting Today the sun sets, Tomorrow, perhaps the same As the sharp rays of orange bathe the world, Each human does raise their face, There is no rush, no race Mother Nature creates the pace Each set of eyes vary so; in colour and nerve, Yet they see the same picture, Each may have their own twisted life Lost wife, or a bloody knife Yet this image stays the same; We see the same thing, Yet we fight in vain, We hold our loved ones close, While others loved ones are slain Because you cannot swallow your pride? Because some of our race believe, They are better, As behind money they hide? Open your eyes, Set them on the same scene And let your mind release the lies; We are equal as part of the human race, After all, do we not all end up in the exact same place? When we both lay in the ground my friend, You tell me what brings difference to men. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 14 [informant] => Damian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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