I stare at this blank page
Not sure what to write or how I feel
Shall I continue to conceal?
My thoughts running wild,
like an animal being hunted at night
I bled under the moonlight
while he took away my human rights
Confused and in disbelief
Am I the thief?
Will my words make an impact
Can words save a nation?
shall he give us salvation
Can you feel that vibration
Is this just a movie?
A puppet doll not able to control myself
a stage directed only by the elites
Ghost who have provoked us
They sit there in toast, while they grab us by the throat
We stand in line waiting to vote
Waiting to be heard
Is this just a game?
They grab their guns in aim
while we take the blame
Our guest appearances went unpaid
The rioters gave them an uproar and
the sick suddenly became corpse.
A remarkable script is was
The title read war and it was time for the encore.
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