For every child lost

Because we close our doors

A lifetime full of beauty

Is possible no more. 

For every man who freezes

Because we look away

A rose withers and dies

From this world’s bouquet. 

For every woman’s bruise

We choose to mansplain

A hundred other women

Choose to hide their pain. 

For every soldier dead

In fights rich men start

We lose another soul,

Another special part. 
But I’m a hippy pansy

For pointing all this out,

Call me cuck and libtard,

Make me have to shout,

Because I will not be quiet

Peace should be our goal,

You want us divided, 

I just want us whole. 

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