Projection
Narcissism to altruism
People can't make hind nor hair of the prism
When we can't differentiate the frequencies of light
Who of us can say who is truly right
Projecting our own psychosis
When giving our diagnosis
And so we shall never comprehend
Because personal bias will never end
War Hero
There is no war hero
When you're living at ground zero
Sand Castles
The heat of man's oppression scorches the land
But God gushes forth wind cooling off the burning sand
People hiding in their sand castles will fell scared
As the wind blow down their houses they laid bared
The wind will cool off the flares of the heat
The fiery sand won't be searing their feet
Not a speck of sand among the masses of sand
Will remain among the shores of the land
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