War is painted on the walls of daily life
We hold love in our fists yet it squeezes out
Destruction hides in different locations all over the city
waiting to awake and manifest
Beauty can alude the eyes for days
and dryness and pollution mix into the haze
layers of it coming down from the skies
to choke us and to weaken us as graffiti smiles
War is painted on fake smiles
fine strokes of ambition and resistance
Uphill battles to change a world that worships destruction
That prays to jesus with words of apathy and selfishness
A Jersey called insanity woven with disregard
that millions harbour in their hearts
ruled by impulses and the ugly dialogue of a bad conscience
that appears out of nowhere painted into their thoughts
Like soot along a train line
or vomit along a hobos rags
A line of riot geared police
A population that remembers every soccer game
yet forgets the rest
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