Darkness on our earth, in a limpid noontide.
Old nick and fiends on our very own world.
Omission and excuses a new way of living,
No distinction between right and wrong.
Is the our real world or that of nightmare?
In a deep night of a thousand dream,
Hope are lost to the raspy scream
of night angels. Scary!
What a casted spell upon the just.
Evil and the doers flitting around,
Like Angels of peace wanting to descend.
Say your prayers, before you sleep, son,
For never can tell who the next is. Crazy!
Is this the same world my fathers lived in?
It's patently not, cos a different story was told.
Life and moral were held sacrosanct,
With Justice and equity their modus operandi.
Here we are with a misplaced priority,
Prejudice and racism tearing us apart,
Sentiments and criticism fencing us apart,
Without love and care to bound us together.
Wake me up from my deep slumber,
Let me count, as the days are numbered
Cos soon! , It will be remembered.
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