Our common weakness


We all share a common weakness

Ignorance, infiltrated by our own selfish sickness

Fed by a book of thousand faces

A black hole where every word sounds like emptiness

Somehow, it’s like everyone is telling the youth

Me, myself, and I are the only truth

We hold on to a saying about, suffering never can last

But misery moments repeat themselves if we clone the past

Let’s try to close our blind eye

And feel like a fly in the sky

Why is everyone always is preoccupied?

Why do our hearts hurt while our brains are fried?

There never seems to be enough time to deliver universal love

To the victims of our wars who have lost all hope

We stress instead to stack up piles of useless goods

While bombs destroy other families’ neighborhoods

Where children have lost their parents for a selfish reason

Paying the highest price for the privileged parents’ treason

/Jesper Munk Jakobsen

(Redigeret: 17 september, 2021)

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