Speak of the world bizarre
Not knowing what to happen near or far
No plans laid out no ideas of bulb
And they all expect us to stay calm
They hate the ones who speak their minds
As "respect" and "be patient" often draws a line
but is reverence still doable?
How about those we need to hold accountable?
Patience has long hit its stride
As some supporters still won't swallow their pride
The word is in flames and riot
As we all complain in repeat like a parrot
But can we blame if the people are revolting
As they see their family starving?
So what will happen in the coming days
Is the coming of death was simply a race?
Or will the new world come in better way
In ways that things come all our way
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