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Basta!
The time now chimes, nine minutes after midnight
Who thinks to eat pistachios at this time?
The room is silent black and not a mutter
But soon the phone will ring to someone’s studder
Many people call they scream and beg for help
But do I decide is it help they truly need
Is the help I think for others or themselves
It's tough to tell through all that's being spoken
I know that sometimes words are true and real
Now it feels like just a game to most of them
Smitten by madness, too many fractured minds
I sit and watch the clock now tolling thirteen
Some nights are long and seem to drone forever
Other nights it’s hard to see the light of day
On good nights you feel a star is what you are
And some nights you feel like trash left on the barge
It’s hard to think that humans even exist
They toil through the night and always feel repressed
There is so much that everybody squanders
It’s amazing how we ever move ahead
It often seems my vision is truly slanted
And I believe that statement solid as a rock
The things I see and hear to me befuddle
It makes me believe the masses do not know
You think that through the years we would be better
But in my eyes, that’s not the case seen so far
I fear for new generations yet to come
Today too many just dismiss the anger
How then do we all correct this heinous mess?
How do we make things better for the people?
Is it the schooling aura that we create?
Or society and alleys that produce
Will one day all this be just a memory
Or will one day Satan see the last one fall
Who is the enemy, I think after all?
Is it me too!
