the city moans its rage
an ocean of distrust
must you believe its true
the world watches itself
become its own victim
its own sea of discontent
Loud voices preach in the
chilly wind
a better morning is coming
when the dust has
blown away
and a new earth is born
peace and calm
after anger is quiet and
left to think its thoughts
in deep reflection
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