A
race addiction
It
makes it worst
The
standing up is weak
The
foundation is cracked
The
craze of addiction
The
slow jail in the mind
Once
it gets hook in it
The
long road of immobility
The
way a race behaves
The
confusion in its mind
Even
crossing road junctions
The
weakness on its belief
Too
much spoon feeding
Without
learning to fall and get up
Without
learning the pain of it
It
will not understand the bleeding
But
time may have changed
A
race will realize its addiction
Slowly
it has to get rid of it
Before
its way will be forgotten
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