We Have No Autumn

More than ever
When men act like animals
Looking to stifle love.
Trying to stamp out peace…
Anything with beauty.
Those who stand tall behind the bullet
Behind the cloak of hatred
Whose end is useless
Having never once
Fed a poor soul
Or stooped to calm a crying child

Out of love
Out of love
They are forever lacking
Dying in their own waste
Never
Never
Have ever
Made anything better

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