Fake 3
Fake 3
(Reality)
The oceans are ponding,
cruelty to lands,
Wether thunder and lightnings,
Burning sun through holes,
of atmosphere ...
So much is bound to die.
The wind is brushing flat and turning
round and round and round it goes.
cruelty to lands,
Wether thunder and lightnings,
Burning sun through holes,
of atmosphere ...
So much is bound to die.
The wind is brushing flat and turning
round and round and round it goes.
(G8top)
They are just talking, and talking
different points off view
As if there's nothing else to do.
Tranced by their hunger for earthly power,
Who is going to sit there on that tower,
While so many and much is dieing, it's ashame.
Who refuses to build bridges,
What has this to do with rich ones,
And my God,
where is Love.
different points off view
As if there's nothing else to do.
Tranced by their hunger for earthly power,
Who is going to sit there on that tower,
While so many and much is dieing, it's ashame.
Who refuses to build bridges,
What has this to do with rich ones,
And my God,
where is Love.
Love anyway
Rebelle
Reacties op dit gedicht
| kerima ellouise: | Zondag, juni 10, 2007 11:15 |
| it is a shame that the human race ignores what nature has to tell...people in search of power instead of love liefs kerima ellouise |
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| Windwhisper: | Zondag, juni 10, 2007 07:43 |
| Ik lees ze wel hoor de engelse gedichten liefs Cobie goede morgen |
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| Rebelle: | Zondag, juni 10, 2007 01:10 |
| off vew moet zijn of view. | |
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