A week in, a weak one, and here we are, oh look, radiating sun
The Earth turns upon Axis, once more, has it won, and yet neither here nor there will we be, until the death of this sun
So small, is each life, so vast, why build strife? Why build walls?
What point is it to divide? To conquer? Questions I ask, yet so many questions, I myself have failed to ask and live so who I am, when in a way, I have also lied, in essence create divide?
Protagonist in chief, no antagonistic thief, media thievin’ ya, but when governance fails to uphold the standard of human decency, who is it, brother, oh sister, that be deceivin’ ya?
Who is it that be deceivin’ ya?
A week in, a weak one, and here we are, oh look, radiating sun…