When did thickness of liquid,

Become the descriptive,

For our ability to gather,

How conditions are lifted?

Why should the land,

Alter our hand,

While death rides on this train,

Of supply and demand?

What is the reason,

The rain and the seasons,

Convert misfortune to luck,

But still we lack of feeding.

Who flies the flag,

For the blame to be had,

Great Grandpa, Grandma,

Great Grandma, Grandad?

When do we make provisions,

For our bad decisions,

All come together,

Stop the divisions?

How can a mother,

Love her adopted daughter,

If we still believe,

Blood’s thicker than water?

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