Doodles
The map is changed and the lines are doodled
The ideologies so wired the conclusion so fear
I can't imagine? We choose foes instead of kin
Or substitute our kids safety to the Jewish care
The map is drawing and the borders are made
Made between the brothers and open to the evils
So hard to foresee, and the stinks to the sky
The bribes & corruptions make it sultry
The sleaze of betray and the treason
And every one needs a kings Ransom
To offer the head of his brother to the jaw
As they pay we are ready to repay
Pay our blood and our soul
And our bride and our joy
For a bunch of green damn papers
We gave it the value it bears
We solidarity it with our minerals, oil and gear
Make it power knives to chop the neck of hope
Hope of our brotherhood and same route
The dream we grow up to be one nation and one group
As east or west we were and still have the same thought
Not to say we are that doctrine or that faith
Or have that origin or that race
We are brother or we used to say
No color, no race, nothing but our wrath
And feeling of hatred to what we race
In a long battle or marathon guess
We so tiered of our blood bath
By
M.H
8th May 2008
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