The Gift

Its unappreciated and I don’t stand up
Then I complain I don’t get any love
While the children are crying and the infants burn
From the napalm they drop while I’m taking a turn
On the infinity wheel that spins in my head
Leaving the orphans whose parents are dead
And nobody sees and nobody cares
But nobody asks because nobody dares
Because people spend their lives to believe
That death is a storm that they must grieve
When really in hunger the anger is sought
When they marshal the troops and the thief is caught
But I’m all aghast at my reflection
So I run from their eyes with misdirection
But every leaf knows on every tree
That autumn is coming, even for me

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