This thing we have a name for.
This thing we show people we care for.
How do we get it out?
How do we make it known?
Should it be known?
What is it we talk about that’s happening
That’s happening right now, in the midst
In the midst of cooking, cleaning and feeding?
It’s an expression of some kind
It’s an expression, unnatural
At the same, completely natural
Is it emotion or an act of oppression
Violence or a flight for confession
This thing we talk about
This thing we shout about
This thing we laugh about
This thing we cry about
Three men bound together in an empty room
It could be an experiment or a sadistic act
What it was, was three best friends reunion pact
How do we get it out?
How do we make it known?
Should it be known?
What is it we talk about that’s happening
That’s happening right now, in the midst
In the midst of raping, killing and slaughtering?
Separated by the metallic bars of doom
Separated by the metallic cars
What it is, is concrete scars
Inflicted by 37 metallic bars
This thing we fear
The difference we fear
Is LOVE
Love Andre
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