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Stop and Smell the Roses©

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"Stop" 
  
"Open your eyes,take a good look and throw down the rose tinted view and see what is real. 
Wake from a slumber of dreams conditioned, lies, traditions, and missions. 
Dreams of the truth, of what is real.
The silence is unlistened.
The silence on their faces. 
It is the kids that should  be heard 
Tired vases resigned to their lot 
Tired faces designed by what is not 
In a world of it's own dorm 
In a world not recognized by endless chaos, and constant battle 
9 to 5 
but never alive!! 
Seem to survive through the glass of steel 
to be, or not to be; it is me somewhat. You see the distraught. 
In the faces that never smile 
In the paces that weigh a mile 
Walking hand in hand to the promise land 
Burdened on their chest only doing what is best 
Never bother to show the reality we all know, that somethings are chanced in this long and dusted dance.
In a one world man, to the one horse band that is never giving a hand. 
Do see what we forgot 
you and me all in all, six feet tall,
or six feet down. 
  
"Open your eyes, take a good look around.
Throw down the rose tinted view and see what is real. 
Awake from a world that seems to spin out of control, lies, and ruthless intentions. 
Means never getting it off the ground, never hearing anyone's sound. 
The silence of the traces.
The silence of the spaces.
It is the kids that could be hurt. 
A world of fake places 
A world that has taken us by a storm.
In a world of criticized secret loss, and constant hastle 
9 to 5 
buried alive!! 
Redeemed to survive.
That is the deal 
To be, or not to be, it is the greed, that is what.
" Open your eyes." 
Do see and be taught 
In the faces that never smile 
In the paces that weigh a mile 
Walking hand in hand to the promise land 
Burdened on their shoulders, only time; forget the rest. 
Never to wonder.
Never to know of the reality that feared to deal. 
Forsake the world that is, and some things are forever known, lies, clueless; deception. 
Screams a gangsta wanna be. Backward hats and saggy pants.
Platinum baseball bats.
To be, or to not to be.
We reap what has sown 
  
I cannot sleep, my bloodshot eyes reveal. 
A future resist is a must insist. 
A one world stand, that is never repremand. 
Do not see what is not, what you and me forgot. Denies and ruthless religions; omission.

What is called the perfect strom.

Forget them all, six feet tall,
or six under ground. 
  
"STOP" 
Open your eyes, take a good look around.
Do you see it now? 
  
  

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• tiachamile

  Wed Jan 23 00:25:24 UTC 2019
  Wow