No more freedom ,
the area in chaos ,
burns all over the place ,
I wish I never saw this day ,
my car dark hazard
my life dark than night ,
sharpness all towards me ,
I wish I never saw the day ,
neighbours turning to be eaters ,
I wish I lived like an animal ,
habitation for own jungle ,
I wish this day never came ,
hands full of cutting cuttings ,
blood flowing like a river ,
the generation of don’t care never cares ,
I wish I never saw the day.
The Popular becoming unpopular ,
the shiny turning lustful ,
hence the strongest killing the weaken
I wish I never saw this day
# Cyra the poet
# Dripping pen .
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