Just a poem about frustrated times, and the stress we feel.

Frustration, devastation, it’s what we’re facen

Bad times, bad signs, world full of crimes

All the stress, such a mess, I must confess

All the hate, doomed to fate, it’s not too late

We need to reconnect, no regrets, no neglect

What can it be, can’t you see, we can’t break free

On my mind, we’re so blind, in these times

All the hate for one another, our lovers, and our brothers

We gotta change, rearrange, and proclaim

A better way, a brighter day, no clouds of grey

Where love is strong, no doing wrong, we gotta move on

No turning back, we can’t do that, gotta stay on track

Change our fate, show no hate, it’s not too late

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