no minorities
no paraphernalia
no sight to see the color your brothers and sisters skin
no war.
no hungry african stomachs
no pERfEctiON
everyone would have
imagine if lenin and lennon unified
under one serene squadron
whose arms had no
bambambullets.
but still fought to
love
listen
even the "monster" behind rusted steel bars with the
permanent label of
..criminal. let me preach my
perception of peace
and sing my song of serenity
to those who just dont understand
nor give a damn
be a rebel to your usual self of ignorance. give it a Chance.
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