Fear
There is a deadly beast that roams this land
A cunning foe who preys upon our fears
Who sows the seeds of hate and greed by hand
These crops of despair watered with our tears
Then with a voice as smooth and cold as ice
It tells us who is human, who is not
And any qualms we have it will excise
With vows of wealth and power, we are bought
The cost of opposition is quite high
For blind obedience is what’s required
And those brave souls who dare to question why
With charges of insanity are tried
These mortal wounds aren’t healed by God above
Within our heart we hold the cure; it’s love.
Tina Busch-Nema
November 16, 2008
A cunning foe who preys upon our fears
Who sows the seeds of hate and greed by hand
These crops of despair watered with our tears
Then with a voice as smooth and cold as ice
It tells us who is human, who is not
And any qualms we have it will excise
With vows of wealth and power, we are bought
The cost of opposition is quite high
For blind obedience is what’s required
And those brave souls who dare to question why
With charges of insanity are tried
These mortal wounds aren’t healed by God above
Within our heart we hold the cure; it’s love.
Tina Busch-Nema
November 16, 2008
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