Listen

Counter-culture,

No one hears.

One listens

To my fears.

 

Where are we headed?

You don't know where,

And though I do

You don't care.

 

Does no one ask,

Why the hurt and pain?

Try to do good,

Burn in acid rain

 

Brokenness, emptyness

Why is it there?

I'd try to tell you,

But still you don't care.

 

I know what's wrong.

I know what's right.

Am I the only one

Who still keeps up the fight?

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