The human song


Global stigma,
it comes on strong,
we are all right,
we are all wrong...

Peace is something,
agreed upon.
Is there a niche,
of peace beyond?

Limits of,
the human song;
we're going far,
just to be gone...

We climb up,
we clamber on.
Nothing stops,
what is king Kong...

Listen as,
they ring the gong,
peace it seems,
again is gone...

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