My gift to youth
Is just the truth
Life is raw
From what we saw
The war for oil
Rips the soul
From the chest
To claim the best
And leave the rest
Gone is the zest
To hunt for love
Pray to above
They sink in muck
Becoming stuck
In the lie
Wishing to die
Because what’s true
The real of you
Is still inside
And not behind
The curtain
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