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Waste In Haste

My soul weeps and my heart bleeds, We seem to have lost our core creeds. Youngsters are now in a very hot haste, not to wield wealth, but to wine and waste... Character has been cocooned in a coffin, True beauty gasps for breath in a bin. Our ladies are weapons of mass distraction, Men's rod roam around for mass destruction. Women, weed and wine are the new normal, purpose, purity and passion seem abnormal. Men of integrity are long gone in deep sleep, The one who upholds truth is now a black sheep. Power, possession and prodigality now prevail, money, music and madness seem to avail... integrity is stupidity when men with money speak, nobility become nonentity when rascality peak. Hen now crows because cocks are silent, Giants bow when greedy ants get very violent. Wake up folks, the battle line is drawn uphill... We shall win this war till justice stands still..

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