G. W. Bush
how do you expect me to close my eyes and live my life?
why do you expect me to simply walk on, without looking at the rotten trace you leave behind?
why cant you see what i see?
how can you see the world you create with your eyes closed?
how can you accept al this suffering, while you are the only one who can make it stop?
why do you expect me to simply walk on, without looking at the rotten trace you leave behind?
why cant you see what i see?
how can you see the world you create with your eyes closed?
how can you accept al this suffering, while you are the only one who can make it stop?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| ReBelle: | Dinsdag, augustus 28, 2007 23:15 |
| Ja, dat is een bittere pil. Hoogst waarschijnlijk zit er meer achter dan blindheid. Liefs, ReBelle |
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