We Are Our Own Death
Streets filled with chaos and panic
No reason to hold the man down
When the man feels already beaten on their own ground
We are filling the air with useless static
About guns, poverty, unfair rights
Claiming everyone has to preach
For their own cause, cause they’ve been traumatized
And I’m just sitting here while I discretely teach
For everyone is just their own mind
Falling down to the curb every time
And we have forgotten that we sign the contracts
That has influence over our lives
So one day, when everybody will rise
All the plants will have died
And the ground will be inhabitable
We are hoping for another space in space
Another time where we can settle
So let’s put our roots in the ground together
And let it all grow
For we are the ones
That reaps…and never sows.
No reason to hold the man down
When the man feels already beaten on their own ground
We are filling the air with useless static
About guns, poverty, unfair rights
Claiming everyone has to preach
For their own cause, cause they’ve been traumatized
And I’m just sitting here while I discretely teach
For everyone is just their own mind
Falling down to the curb every time
And we have forgotten that we sign the contracts
That has influence over our lives
So one day, when everybody will rise
All the plants will have died
And the ground will be inhabitable
We are hoping for another space in space
Another time where we can settle
So let’s put our roots in the ground together
And let it all grow
For we are the ones
That reaps…and never sows.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| slaaf Jacob: | Donderdag, mei 26, 2016 23:16 |
| Ja mooi streven al denk ik dat wij inderdaad pas gaan opstaan als er iets heel ergs gebeurd. Groetjes en geluk wouter | |
| Avr: | Donderdag, mei 26, 2016 21:53 |
| Een wijze en mooie boodschap! En actueel, gezien de lancering ruimtevaartuig met aan boord plantenkasje! mvg Avr |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Wouter Stam | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 mei 2016 | ||
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