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When Everything Else Loses Its Voice
We're now into the year of twenty twenty three And still there's no solution to see eye to eye Will we learn since descending from the trees Or are we everending to simply walk on by Lifes global insecurities amidst epidemic rife Whilst conglomeration greed suffocates souls Lacerating lives like a dark alley flick knife It'll never be for the poor, only richers goals We're now into the year of twenty twenty three It's been a year since two neighbours became Will they learn since descending from the trees Its the same old story, no one takes the blame Lifes global insecurities amidst epidemic rife Blatant corruption aplenty, food banks strive As we read, the constant fueling, more strife Knowing days, the next, accumulating lives We're now into the year of twenty twenty three Its all very well the few that can bunker down Then, when everything else loses its voice Were we mapped out, to our radiation drown.
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