James Waters

How can you hate me for the color of my skin?
Because I am short or tall or fat or thin
How can you hate me because of my race?
Do we not all have a human face?
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I beat my tambourine
On the corner everyday
To earn a scrap of coin
And send my message on its way
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It started with a thought
A pen and a blank page
Slowly the ink flowed
And released my hidden rage
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Tick tock tick tock
Time ticks away
Soon will come the end
Of another hate filled day
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We the arrogant, the vile and the mean
We the wretched, the quiet unseen
We the aristocrat, the chosen elite
We the dirt, the dust on your feet
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Sometimes I laughed
Mostly I cried
That is until I died
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I was but a spec
On a map of endless roads
In a world of empty towns
Lost and alone
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God looked down upon his work
A thought came to his mind
Of how to show the entirety of love
In a single thing, divine
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A young mother and her daughter
Tease and laugh and play
Their world full of ugliness
Forgotten for today
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Holy cross stained by blood
Lasting impression of Christ above
Beaten, tortured, to pay for sin
Of the unworthy, unclean, our beast within
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Step lightly in your travels
From the seashores to the sands
For boot prints have been left
In distant foreign lands
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Battered and broken I return to you
My time spent in battle is finally through
My country served proudly, I stood the test
I fought side by side with our nations best
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I feel the rain beating down on my soul
Washing away all my pain
A cleansing of the dirt that clutters my path
An opening of my eyes so I can see again
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The sandman cometh to set this country asleep
To bring and end to the baying of our dim witted sheep
The killer of hopes, of dreams and desire
The nightmare to set your soul on fire.
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