I watch as the sky turns black.
I ask where's the sun because it should be still daytime.
Rumblings happening here buildings are being destroyed there.
Everyone's worried, scared, and panicking.
It's funny because now they are running
A few minutes ago they were gunning to the man who they want answers from.
Just a lonely man with two people on his side.
And only one gives him credit where credit is due.
So I live freely now with the lonely man who was captured
As time repeats itself in an ugly manner.
Now I look as people destroy themselves and other.
In a world full of hate it's hard to stand in the middle
But when the final music plays the ones who did not listen will find they were played like a fiddle.
- Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 12th, 2017 07:02
- Category: Unclassified
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