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It's Wrong

I don't know your pain.
I don't know your sorrow.
I don't know a thing about what you think.
All I know is...
It's wrong.

Imagine my fist upon your cheek,
Breaking every bone upon impact.
Would that be right too?
Since what makes us happy, is apparently what is right.

You like to walk naked.
I want my clothes on.
You love to smoke in public.
Even chimneys hide their faces in black.

If it's right because you love it,
The prisons should be empty.
The asylums should be playgrounds.
And the policeman should probably be out of a job.

It's true our ideas may differ.
Our mentalities also might.
Our natures might also differ...
But our world remains the same.

The world you destroy by what you love
May be the one you repair with what you hate..

Dheric Da Poet®

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