Sometimes
I feel
Dark
That’s when I’ve no allegiance to the throne
And no respect for politics
I’m sick of what they represent
Their lies
Their tricks.
At times
I feel
Sad
That’s when justice seems absent from the world
And few folk get what they deserve
When human life gets no respect
From pimp
Or perv.
Sometimes
I feel
Sick
That’s when the racists seem to get their way
And insults lead to violent thought
To blades, bullets and even bombs
To cut
Life short
At times
I feel
Lost
That’s when the world seems just an empty place
Devoid of love and ruled by fear
Perhaps it’s true for human-kind
The end
Draws near.
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