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Turmoil

Boom here
Boom there
Doom; fear
Hummed tear
Kids orphaned
Man sacrificed
Wanderers shoot dead
But who cares
I’m not safe
I need a place
Where there are no guns
Where there are no bombs
Where the land is green
Where the sky ain’t grey
Where movement is free
Where the air ain’t thick
Yes, I’m leaving
Freedom is what I’m seeking
No, I cannot leave
How about my wife and kids
I once had a home
I was once known
For my wordsmithing and prose
I once had dreams and hope
But now, all is soak
I was once famous and rich
Wealth and nutrition are things I had in reach
Now they’ve all turn to trashes
Burn down to ashes
Are we on route or stray
Wait, is it judgment day?
Ohw, we’re in the midst of war
Our vision for peace is blurred
Our street filled with blood
Homeless sleeping on the street floor
Battered path
Broken shelter
Shattered heart
Hectar sketar
But how do we get here
How do our problems build up to stairs?
Like ghommids, our tears remained constant
Our stomach; filled with fake substance
Because of the hatred we had for ourselves
Our once paradisal home now turned to hell
Because our governments are just bandits of theft
And we have no says in things that we get
Businessman lacks patriotism
Different kind of societal atrocity
Corruption and cultism
Religion tribalism
When will all this stop?
When will salvation come?
God; please free us from this curse
Please save us Lord
Written by Wordsmith (Sire Superwhizy)
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