End Of Times

Sometimes I'm so lost for words

Can't describe the loss and hurt

The fighting and the genocide

Sometimes it's hard to sleep at night

Sometimes the violence makes you fright

About a time that's not so right

 

The time is now and our people are dead

We're never moving towards the light

When you sit and hear the thunder

It makes you wonder

Who's gonna save us from ourselves

When's the movement that brings us together

 

We have to work for each other

Otherwise there's only brothers killing brothers

Find a goal work and for it

A simple plan that never works

A broken system and broken words

Broken promises at every turn

 

When will our leaders ever learn

Speak the truth and you won't win

Sell a sin and you earn accomplishments

Tell the people what they want to hear

To look like a king and get rid of fear

They always saying the end of times are near

And honestly, I believe em

This poem is about: 
Our world

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