The crave

A crave

Too many is now not enough

Enjoy what you have is so silly

To be human means wanting

Yeah greed is a now a sense

In giving means give me more

Help others only if it helps me

Yes give me yours for free you will have to buy mine

Where did this start or will it end?

Some love material

Some just love to think they are helping by controlling

Let others live only if it’s the way I live

To be juvenile means you are fun

Hands for help yes help me not the ones who really need it

So few have wishes for others

Many say for the wanna be ears to hear

Grateful only when you accept the real ideas

Yes one walked and then sacrificed armed only with peace and love

Sorry he didn’t carry weapons to cause more carnage

Dealing with serious needs we go to short sentences and all is well

We have choice and many take the easy way no answers live with it

Days of work nights of imagination for what?

Coins for others enjoyment lost to need more less is not enough

Crave something more of the simple love and peace

Juveniles love the adrenaline of seeing pain and death

Creativity becomes the body count

All will remember the coward

 While holding the hands up in we can’t change

For many know in less than month all will be forgotten

Waiting for the next of paranoia of they are taking my death away

The crave

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