Help! help!
To a crooked society I was born
The expectations, beyond means
Determinations you'll hardly see
An era of rebellion.

Hear! Hear!
My silent pleas
This generation, with tainted views
Hear and marvel!
At the stupidity of a generation undead

Come and listen
To the cries for peace
In distant lands we might not see
The innocent lives, crushed to dust
Beneath the sight of greed

Have you seen?
The shooting stars
Oh no! that's a flying bomb.
A rocket flies but no one cares.
Destroying parts of our world .

Help... my voice is coarse...
My tears are dried -
My hearing is gone
The sounds of silence,
Ring to us ......
From the deepest dreams
Of a future unknown .

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