Days filled with blunder,
Souls fueled by hate.
Another child's life lost,
Falsely acquitted fate.
Days lived self-centered,
Not knowing who to blame.
Shame to humanity,
A tragedy,
A fallen race.
Days feared of being outcast,
Or morally unchained.
Death and no trial for the needy,
Or the physco insane.
Days have no time for a realist,
In a idealist's world.
Only time for the foolish,
In a elaborated hell.
Now days are calling for change,
Children crying in pain.
Paradise sold,
For fools gold,
A tapeworm's domain.
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