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DON'T ROCK THE BOAT 

The left.
The right.
It's the war we fight.
What have we become
when we've lost our sight?
When we close our eyes
and ignore the cries
We don't see their value
because we believe the lies.
I know better.
It's you who's wrong.
And we'll die for our song.
We'll carry our tune to the grave
as we heap on shame.
It's a hard job,
but someone's got to do it.
So we cast the blame.

Stand down,
and not too tall
unless you're first weak and small
and low...
low enough to see. the. need...
Sit down
and dwell there,
and smell there,
and feel there.
Cast your heart completely bare there.
Then speak up
for the oppressed,
the poorly dressed.
They are hungry, 
so make sure you feed them.

What have we become
when we ignore the cries,
and we enjoy the lies
that feed our wars,
and not our children?
What have we become
when we close our eyes,
and fail to see the need that drives them?

Stand up.
Speak the truth.
We are no better than you.
This is the inheritance we've been given.
We guard our borders,
but not our hearts,
the deepest parts
where darkness dwells in.
We point our fingers,
and call out names,
eager to blind the eyes of our children.
We turn away,
and forget to say,
'Be careful with our freedoms,'
because we stand in lines
and feed the lies
that bury our mothers
and kill our children
Behind our doors,
there's pain like yours.
If only there was light to see it.

The left.
The right.
It's the war we fight.
It's the stone I throw
at those I know,
at the stranger, 
my neighbor,
God's children.

Sit down.
Don't rock the boat.
Whether we sink or float
depends not on you,
but upon our children.

What is right
when there's nothing left to give them?
What is left,
but nothing right to give them.

Father, forgive us.
We are but children.

2018

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