Black or white, day or night, what makes one wrong and the other right
What makes it right in war, a man to kill, just because your nation says you will
This makes a hero or murderer to be, determined by loss or victory
One talking to an unseen man is insane, unless they reside in heaven's domain
Is not putting a criminal to death, the same as taking away a fetus's breath
Social rules are the tools, used to teach fools, in society's mind blinding schools
They are the stitches in the social cloth, mending holes eaten by logic's moth
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Author:
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- Published: September 26th, 2025 03:07
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