Crooked Crosses

They stand in a line with backs turned.
Keeping eyes closed and mind shut,
Blindly reaching out with open arms,
Claiming to help when they'd rather not.

"Take up your cross and walk straight ahead.
Don't look left and don't look right.
Stay away from the rest; they'll be alright."
Crooked crosses create cold hearts.

Lost individuals in a sea of identity,
No one ever knows the compassion in store.
If only we could stop laughing with our own,
We could reach out so much more.

"Take up your cross and walk straight ahead.
Don't look left and don't look right.
Stay away from the rest; they'll be alright."
Crooked crosses create cold hearts.

Why do I have to be associated with these -
They say one thing and act another.
Like an older brother, they ask their dad -
To zip up his pants and keep the family number.

He takes up your cross and you try to find
Some new relatives you never had.
Tactical espionage is only the start -
Because crooked crosses create cold hearts.


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