honestly, show me the weakest person in the room and I'll show you the loudest/
the quiet are the proudest/actions speak louder than words, my hands are calloused/
fits of rage with fists that hold pen tips to pages as I write wit with hopes of making changes/
our time's the strangest with nameless mimes that are voiceless electing brainless choices/
if the boisterous girls and boys of our loins join forces unlike divorces, we can change courses/
no more driving porches with 300 horse power/ we need more natural energy sources now/
of course the poorest of the poor have a short list of what's more important to them/
like food, shelter and healthcare/ as our moods welter from abuse and welts and no welfare/
sometimes we may think 'who the hell cares?' as we make our way down hell's stairs
sometimes we may think 'who the hell cares?' as we make our way down hell's stairs
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