What cost can I anticipate to pay

for the ransoms of this long day?

My blood, sweat and tears say,

until end of days I’ll live this way.

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Mortar and brick of tainted walls

that stand in my way so very tall,

stand they where people do fall.

A heart do the walls have not all.

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Some they judge the color of skin

or where after life where we end.

Religion, race and our closest kin;

we tend judge, which is great sin.

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Our leaders with messages of hate

heal not the wounds of the long day.

Fiery words and tounges of flame

lash out and peace it does rip away.

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In deceit elite live as boorish beasts

while in golden halls they do feast.

Their judgements call not for peace.

Hypocrites they are in the very least.

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Those who toil daily drowned in sweat

who pursue their dreams, they do fret.

Let us take these days and try not forget

to not repeat these day’s history tests.

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So what has this splendid day cost?

Prejudices and moments we do scoff.

Remember children sit and watch

distempered elites who are so lost.

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What do we have if not our values?

Who are we if not understanding use?

I write with unstable hands for you

of a strife that brings a fraught mood.

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I beg you do not give into bitter hate

in which our leaders they do display,

in absolute the worst in the worst way.

Friends, close ears to the bitter rage.

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Let us not construct the bitter barriers

that bring down in such a crushing blow.

Stand on shoulders if you must friends.

Let’s strive for what heart’s of warmth show.