Today, we cry in agony
We cry in distress
We cry for our generation
We cry for the future of the younger
We cry for the fruitless efforts of our parents
Today, we're prisoner of conscious
we find peace outside but unrest in our home where we thought we're saved.
I can feel the illumination
It's excruciating
I can feel the anger amidst the silent heart
I can feel the washing away of morals
I can feel the distance between evil and humanity
I can feel the shiver down the spine of the innocents
The silence is getting deeper
far deep like a mining bloc
We're all sinking gradually
All hands must be on deck so
That we can drink water and
keep cup.
Vanwest 2021
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