The War

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    The War

    Why shake your head at the confusion of your fellow mortals?

    When you know the war

    Having out loud conversations with your alter ego

    When you know the war

    Being a victim of successful prejudice

    Yet you make careful steps

    You know the war (do you choose to except)

    See I have to feed my words to you

    As if each sentence is Gerber

    But you rebel

    Or take it for granted

    If you fail to swallow it could be murder

    But maybe I’m wrong

    Maybe your approach is much better

    I mean you did hit a lot of key points

    When you wrote that letter

    Being incarcerated shouldn't make any difference

    For your soul is well over qualified to make the deliverance

    Due to hands on experience

    But actions speak louder than words

    Your words have stopped totally

    How many you’es are you going to expose

    Showing you to be nothing more

    Than contradicting personalities

    And I’ve analyzed your form of teaching

    You teach hatred, lust, abuse (substance and domestic)

    I can only pray that you hope we’re learning from it

    However statistics say we’re being murdered by it

    You know the war

    You preach through your reach

    don't do this, say no to that

    Yet the same are extended for guidance

    Shows me how to rock up crack

    I truly feel that your held on blaming black

    I’ll give you and example, a movie of the week showed me a Black cop whose dirty. 

    Hispanic who have honor, but are not worthy and an Irish cop who comes out nerdy.

    The Black cops feeds the Irish cop street politics of B.S

    And get this the Black cop forces the Irish cop to take toxics

    When its most needed to be functional

    The black cop made it clear this is not optional

    This is what you offer me

    You call it harmless entertainment, but you’ve trained me to the point

    Where if I can see it. 

    I can be it

    If I can read

    I can do it

    Actually your still teaching this factor. 

    So are you teaching intelligence

    Or training actors

    Are you writing out my life while I’m living out your script

    Am I entertainment for you and your family trip

    Is this your attempt

    Now I’m making any assumptions I’m just searching for the truth

    I think its nice you know the war

    I know psychological warfare too

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    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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