Turmoil in our brains…., Turmoil in our veins….,
Our anger’s at a boil…., with Turmoil…..,
It happens everyday…., no matter what we say…,
From the air down to the soil…., it’s Turmoil.
Why can’t our lives be sweet…, not just incomplete…?
For chaos stirs our heartbeat…., with Turmoil....,
Let’s try to tone it down…, turn it around….,
Unwind the puzzling coil…., of Turmoil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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