Sacrifices

The price of an accidental sixth coffee cup
For a family of five
Was more than 90 cents.

Like a cannon making its round
It shot every bird down
Like a bullet train of thoughts
The words were sharper than swords
And swiftly judged

But the old man who had much
wisdom failed
to recognise that humans had minds more intellectual and feelings more filled.

So he went on for the rest

But he couldn’t find the peace he sought for a long
time ago

Until he was done shooting everyone down
Even his beloved cannonball
In the dark

Too bad the fighter never knew

The price of an accidental sixth coffee cup
For a family of five
Was (worth) more than 90 cents.

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