a re-post from teen inspiration.
Where is the Love?
A small state we sit in
But we stay strong-
sometimes too strong,
leading turning in to turning wrong.
Drama attracted up by news,
Who cares who’s projecting whose views,
Leading a world tortured to drama,
Addicted by the glamour of mobbing trauma
Overseas, across the seas, in the borders of this country
We raise high fists against terrorists; we claim to be fighting a war.
But the fight won’t nullify the battles we’ve got inside
This small, strong nation’s factioned corps.
Each remaining with the mindspace to understand only to their tastes
And to have love for one type of race, leaving room to discriminate,
With
Gaps of comprehending other frameworks and lacks of fathoming the way others work
Only can lead to distaste, misunderstanding… and then hate.
Because you only know your own kind,
Stay with your own kind, break bread with your own kind,
Understand the values and lifestyles of one kind.
But drop the d, then it’s “kin,” and you’ve added family- but each is different.))
Then, with love only for your own, there becomes the space to disown,
Blurring the family tree lines in favor of redefined the nationality.