Living in a land where we are all orphans,
Feeling segregated and divided hard times comes maybe that's why our fuel get ignited.
Don't preach nothing because we ain't trying to buy shit, because it's in the mindless children you steal, Promised a false education In return for your scheme.
all preachers really do preach hard to teach without being taught careless folks can easily be brought
to society where everything is distorted.
fixated on a clan without having a plan or structure,
Motivated by Patriotic flags but disorientated by propaganda caused by chaos looking for retribution Political prostitution from Elite institution. incentives gliding in the back sending our people of the track, turbulent events causing a drought Struggling to feed hungry mouths, a catalyst for change disengage change we can embrace. Problems we cant face riddled in politics of envy and resentment Incapable of following amendments.
Ridiculous time is bending our hearts are extending ideas we are defending. This is clinically insane can somebody please address their pain execute their sorrow wishing hard times could be borrowed!!
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Awaken
PoetryMy inner thoughts : poverty and politics due to the casualty of war lost love that was once found but now lost
