I seem to stand on solid train

I seem to stand on solid train
But actually that’s a moving ground
Driving me down the road of madness
And I can’t help but hang on
For if I get off, I will jump to death

Hang on! Help! But I can’t…
I seem to train solid on stand
For I get off, if I jump to death! Will
Moving but a ground, that’s actually
Me driving, Madness of the Road. Down!

Train moving down on death
Stand ground, madness can’t get off
To actually of help, I will
Seem but the road on.

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A simple thought

It’s just a simple thought, but
What if we feed people before
Having them work, instead of
Making them work for food?

It’s just a simple thought, but
What if we treat all people
Equal, no matter their standing
When it comes to basic needs?

What if we provide people shelter,
What if we arrange them a secure
Future, and stop people from not
Knowing where they’ll be tomorrow?

It’s just a simple thought, but
What if we don’t expect anything
From anyone, in order for them
To have the right to live?

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No

No.
I said it once.
Do I have to repeat
The gravity of my decision?

No.
I said it twice.
That’s two times more
Than you deserved to hear.

No.
I said it thrice.
Perhaps the third time
Will be enough to disappoint you.

Yes.
I said it once.
And now you take for granted
My permission.

Get lost.

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