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Bare Knuckles-Ignorance Is Bliss
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He had that certain quality that made him stand out from a crowd: Dark ebony skin Definitely thin And white hair that was as wispy as clouds... ...Yet never once did a herd of selfish thoughts graze his mind Cause there was always something about him that made him shine - Maybe it was the glow in his cheeks as he played with his child Or maybe it was those wrinkles that creased his face when he smiled Yet he was a musical man – Catching every note that latched his mind Sitting on the sidewalk – strumming his guitar for passers by And a long time ago – the sky’s beautiful blues were caught in his eyes Dancing with a riveting sparkle that God had drawn in the sky But that’s all a distant memory – and it’s time to sigh, my friend... ...As this poor old man’ll never see those eyes again 60 years ago – he marched the streets with pride and respect Dog tags clattered his chest – hanging loosely from the incline on his neck He smiled and he stretched: Ready to die for what he believed was right Never allowing the thought of “dying for your country” to leave his mind But the mud – the guns – the blood – He couldn’t bare to smell it… and when The skies exploded with red and the abating bomb fell on their trench It turned into a city of smoke – With human lives inhaling most of the damage Then he saw the grey-suited enemy soldiers raise over the embankments... ...And charge through the rings of smoke to be killing some more Soldiers – While others were lucky enough to be made prisoners of war I doubt you could call them lucky though – cause it was actually tragic As they tortured each soldier by blinding their eyes with battery acid So now he rests on the sidewalk – blinded – And the setting’s bleak Cause he has no eyes to see that he’s playing for an empty street... ...He fought in the war, damnit – and these people pay no respects, so he Cries a river inside while his guitar gently weeps When he came back from the war – He expected music and people to sing to the beat But instead an elderly man led him home – While the crowd of people would spit at his feet He couldn’t see their faces – But he could hear that they didn’t really care They just looked at him like some blinded fool ensnared in a wheelchair So to this day, he sits on the sidewalk with his dream never fulfilled Waiting with an empty glass jar to be filled up with dollar bills Cause he wants his eyes repaired – but it creates a swell in his heart When money never comes and only his tears fill the well in the jar So he strums each silver lining that used to be attached to the clouds While he continues to pluck that golden string that once attracted the crowds And he sits ‘til eternity – Strumming his guitar – thinking of the times he spent... ...Waiting to find a pot of gold in his jar – just so he can live his life again
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