I never imagined this new situation
I thought I had seen everything through all my years
I have often seen things that bore little relation
To the things I have witnessed through buckets of tears
How do we control, when the world is in turmoil?
What do we accomplish, by just standing by?
Unless we make sense of what makes our blood boil
We solve very little, and we then wonder why
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