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I Can't Complain

I don't have to arm myself against injustice
Because I have felt none
Nobody seemed to care how it is that I am
I'm not important enough to be the one
I've conformed to their satisfaction
They're not worried what I might become
I won't tell you how it is you should feel
There is so much that is wrong
Everybody knows it but who am I to say
Do we need another song
Do we need another other poem
What words could survive or be that strong?
But let's talk about war, race and peace
What can I tell you
The horrors of the past never died
Only those who know what's true
We can talk about it all
But our deathbed is not what they knew
Whatever a man may say he must feel the fire
Let he who rose speak first
The country we come from has already spoken
Can a man ever quench his thirst
When the power will never fill his cup
But God's glory is upon he who man has cursed

Comments

Leslie Robertson from Tennessee on May 07, 2020:

interesting I totally saw that going in a different direction by the title and the first lines,