Above the rise
All the clamour and the din;
the anguish and the pain,
all the hurtful hatred ,
keep rolling thru my brain ...
Violence and mayhem ,
allowed in just one setting;
Without admiration and love ,
what is our world getting ....
A troubled world ,
with little real focus ;
if I were a magician,
Id fix it all with a Hocus Pocus ....
Though little can one man do,
to rise above the noise;
when a hateful old man President ,
plays with us like toys...
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