Vignettes From Zealand

Underneath these sheets of time
Soaked through with greed and the blood of crime
I feel the feeling slip away
With each attempt to rhyme this way
Though up and down remain in jest
I'm still confused by all the rest
A world destroyed by hate and violence
I simply can't remain in silence
To each his own an area code
A tax return a humble abode
A perfect life to convince himself
His happiness hurts no one else
And nothing in this life is free
Unless of course it belongs to you or me
It sickens me this conformation
Though I accept vignettes from Zealand



Credits
Writer(s): William Shaw
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