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Sectarian Violence

by Jersey D Gibson

The time has come to make a stand,
on those who could be our brothers.
The time has to load your guns,
and go out and kill one another.

A simple difference on who we listen to,
is just the match to the powder keg.
As I shot you, I just stood and watched,
stood and watched as you bled.

For all our differences...
I HATE YOU!
For all our weaknesses...
I HATE YOU!
For all our conspiracies...
I HATE YOU!
For all our malformaties...
I HATE YOU!

Blood in, blood out,
neighborhood destroyed with just a gunshot.
Fall in, fall out,
machinegun hands out take-a-number's by the lot.

Everything we stand for,
is it really enough to kill?
Everything that we believe in,
is it really enough to die for?

For all our differences...
I HATE YOU!
For all our weaknesses...
I HATE YOU!
For all our conspiracies...
I HATE YOU!
For all our malformaties...
I HATE YOU!

the saga never ends...
the saga never ends...
the saga never ends...
the saga never ends...

10/15/2006

Posted on 10/15/2006
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Brett Shane on 10/18/06 at 10:11 PM

so many body bags filled.. i've lost count.

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