Our Era
We are a rising epidemic.
Crossed every single limit.
To the very top of the summit.
Then to hell we plummet.
In the slum the boxes are fading.
In the mansions the rich are raiding.
Don't leave it up to us.
To keep a promise.
Can someone define me.
A decent human being.
Because in these streets.
I've yet to find good feet.
Until the end of our time.
I hope we shall climb.
Strong hope for a settle line.
Instead of this sick decline.
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