Brothers, sisters, fellow human beings.
Why not - to our hearts, be true.
Some directions, need our reflections.
Let's put on the breaks -
Smell the rubber.
There are heads full of fears.
Hearts in pain.
Eyes not shining.
Ears jammed with news
causing nerves to shatter,
emotions to light a fuse.
No hope on the airways,
lives abused, misused,
shattered.
What is the point
living in fear of survival.
Brothers, sisters, fellow human beings.
Why not, to our hearts, be true.
Some directions need our reflections.
Let's put on the breaks -
smell the rubber.
No hope scattered on the streets
by the fossilised and dead.
Those, who long past their sell by date
serve hate, starve women,
have no love for humanity;
no love for the earth.
Living in madness, insanity.
Devoid of a divine reality
that spins the heavens,
brings life to earth.
Birth.
Brothers, sisters, fellow human beings.
Fear never brought in the new.
So why not - to our hearts, be true.
Some directions need our reflections.
Let's put on the breaks -
Smell the rubber.
Smell The Rubber
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