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Apr 2020
Debris on the shore
They said everyone was poor
In faith
Fortune
Now fate crumbled our luck
Bunch of shmucks
Running amuck
"When will help come?"
"Who will save us?"
The ones in their tower
Debating on how to solve a problem
That kills people by the hour
Come sit and cower
What the fathers wanted...
Balance of power
Hurting us more than needed.
Written by
Chandy  22/M/U.S
(22/M/U.S)   
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