The world is cruel,
but for some people it's cool.
People are dying
because of lying.
Blood is filling the street
because of jealousy and greed.
People are wallowing in poverty.
People are wallowing in pain,
but unable to complain.
Kids cry themselves to sleep at night
and parents absolutely ignoring what's right.
So I ask,
What about the lives
that has been taken by knives?
What about the fun
that has been destroyed by a gun?
What about us?
It has to stop before it's too late
or extinction is our fate.
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