When color is more important
Than the hand that holds the brush
When it’s hard to find the solitude
While always in a rush
When the wars you have been fighting in
Have made their way back to your door
When your enemies have taken over
All the housing for the poor
When the poison is injected
By those you thought would save your lives
When you dwell in the smart cities
But don’t have anything to drive
When your mind is overtaken
By hidden dangers in the air
When the religion you’ve been serving
Has now led you to despair
When your children are abducted
By the captors that you pay
When you can’t tell complicit actors
Until the subject has its say
When they come and take your livestock
No chicken eggs or milk from cows
As they’re feeding you with insects
Roles could change a year from now
When the road that you were making
Intersects with a dead end
All those wrong turns you have taken
Have led back to here again
When a love that’s been forsaken
Is renewed through pain of sin
There is no one to pass judgement
It simply says, “Begin Again”
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