I thought of this while adding stuff to things I wrote that are unfinished.

Also, I don't have rabies. haha That is toothpaste.
: Dream :
Maybe life is just a dream
But if it dream than
Why is there screaming
White
Black
Brown
Skin colors you see
But create racial screening
If but a dream
Why then disease
Men with weapons
Words of hate
Angry minds
War machines
Incurable sadness
Lowliness
Starvation
Homeless tents
From sea to see
Children crying
So thin
As their parents lie on the street
Needled in their arms
So, they can see
All the colors
That set them free
Republicans
And
Democrats
Apple stock
And big dog fleas
All these things or hurt and pain
If we create us
Then why these
But maybe that’s it
Maybe we create to see
If one day
Us as free people
Can live like the dream
No color to fight
Just all the same
Though our skin may be different
To us
It’s just skin
Not matter us white
Fat, smart of thin
We be but people
Woman and man to
Boy and girl playing in the street
No fear of being taken
Being killed
Or being used
A place with not sadness
No hunger
No strike
A place we just play everyday
No day
Not even a night
Just there
A place
With you and with I
No need for tear ducts
For we never cry
Will us as people
Ever make it there
In this program we made
Just to see for
Our minds to seek
And our eyes to stare
Maybe friends
We not call it Earth at all
What is a good name
For a place with no hate or pain
To be called
I have an idea
Go with me if you will
Maybe we can call it Heaven
Seems like a fine name
So maybe one day there be no Earth
No hunger
No anger
No hate and no pain
Earth will be this new place
The one that we made
The place we all call Heaven
Maybe friends
One day
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Also, I heard the first line or two of this in my mind and wrote it down. Then added stuff.
There is no meaning
In succeeding
If by succeeding
Your demeaning
Your truth that by succeeding
You are not the you
Whom you are seeing
There no reason to cry dying
If your life is finished trying
To move on towards tomorrow
With a soul that’s surely hollow
No need for tears or fear
If your bullies
Are so near
That in your own ear you can hear
The words that their mounts spear
Lay out on the grass
Bugs on your ass
Man walks by and smiles
His success can go for miles
If it’s that for which you hate him
Then no matter how you do
Always you’ll have failed
Maybe of this you’ve not a clue
To hate a woman or a man
That better than you be
Then what happens when in front of God
You stand and it only he
You then just see