2024

We entered twenty-twenty-four in vain hope it will be postwar; one government will not deplore; politics, rotten to the core, despite the oath to us they swore. In truth, the poor will get more poor; the one percent will gain much more. Some countries will wipe out a score; innocents will pay dearly for. We live in nineteen eighty-four, the man knows us so much, much more so fairness, we can whistle for; sold wishes from a candy store. The lie, all’s fair in love and war; is such an utter total bore. Will someone, God’s sake, take the floor and f***ing sanity restore!