The Essence Of Who I Am

It came like a storm
No one was ready
Young and old scared
Stores became empty
Streets filled up with uniforms
The whole world became unsteady
Everyone picked a fault on a political platform
Because it has to be someone
Now we all turn to the art forms
To escape from the fear of uncertainty
Everyone’s ready to conform
They would do anything to live more earnestly
But we all just stay home
And watch the news nervously
The left and right pick through it like a comb
Riots hit the streets fervently
But the truth is everyone just feels alone
It all has to end sometime I say
And they just reply certainly

M.A.P

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