The Same Deadly Dance



No bells—no warning

Life should be spent questioning as much as you can

People are peaceful—groups are warring

Win or lose you are required to make a stand

Why do I have to select this side or that

There are those of us out here who want neither

They paint the world in white and black

As if to conclude their way is easier

I know—I have been there

Trying to fall asleep in the middle of a war torn land

I am not saying life should be fair

I’m just asking why tear it down when it could be grand

None can say for sure what comes next

Maybe we will get another chance

The north, the south, the east, and the west

Every day, every moment—the same deadly dance

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