Eighty Years’ War

Click clack
There goes the church bells' songs
Where are the right and wrongs
Tearing apart the weak and strong.

Racism, interrogation, segregation
Torn in two with separation
Coming to the realization
We are not a kind of mutation.

Spare those who want to be taken by prayer
Disregard our haughty affair
Prepare those to not have a totality scare.

To compare both our saviors are walking on air
We are both fighting against despair
deep down our hearts are both rich like a multimillionaire.

It seems a little odd
We worship the same God
When committing a sad fraud
While listening to the word of God

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