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STANDING STILL

THERE HE WAS STANDING STILL
EVEN IF HE WAS SURROUNDED WITH MAN IN STEEL
SADNESS AND BETRAYAL IS ALL THAT HE FEELS
BUT THE LAST THING IN HIS MIND`WAS TO KILL

OUR NATION WAS CUT INTO HALF
BY CRISIS AND PROBLEMS THAT ARE SO TOUGH
PEACEFULNESS AND UNITY ARE SO FAR AWAY
AS IF OUR COUNTRY WOULDN’T EVEN LAST A DAY

THERE WERE A LOT OF THINGS TO SAY
THAT WAS NEVER SAID AND HAD FADED AWAY
WORDS THAT MUST HAVE PREVENTED ALL THESE MOCKERY
AND COULD HAVE POSSIBLY STOPPED ALL THESE FALLACY

THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE THAT ARE GREEN WITH ENVY
TO THOSE PEOPLE THAT WERE GIVEN A COURTESY
LIKE THIS MAN STANDING STILL
AGAINST ALL THESE INSANITY

AS I SALUTE TO HIM WITH HEAD UP HIGH
I LOOK UP TO HIM HIGH IN THE SKY
BECAUSE I BELIEVE THAT BENEATH ALL THESE
IS EITHER TRUTH OR COVERED LIES

VALERIE MAY MONTEMAYOR CRUZ

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