Where is the love?
Where is a gift from above?
We curse and fight,
We have it right,
We buy and sell,
And then we yell,
We work always for more,
Like some dirty whore,
We don’t look within or even at the grin.
So my heart sings like a violin,
As people always take,
So many are so fake,
A world that could have peace or desperately seeks release,
A soul to save or just already in the grave.
So I thank the scum,
Who want to buy everyone,
As never liked the concept and most don’t understand inept,
Where other people they don’t accept,
As they keep their precept.
So deleted all have gone,
As would rather sing a song;
Peace and harmony everyone!