by Cortland Mccabe

Created on: November 16, 2009

A sunshine's drop

The bubblegum pop

A flying blade of grass

Happy people in the mass

The people love, the people stroll

No lives are lost, nothing paid at the toll

Everything is well and as it should

The people share and everything is understood

The roads are known

The truth is always shown

Here the dream is a reality

But this reality is a dream

The streaming blood's drop

The harsh guns pop

There is burning grass

Angry people in the mass

The people scream and have no soul

Too many lives are lost and are paid at the toll

Nothing is well or as it should

So many hate, so many are misunderstood

The roads are narrow and unknown

The truth is never really shown

This is our reality

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