Sunday, April 18

refugees, travel seas, to get to somewhere they can be free... and end up in prison.
and war goes on, losing daughters and sons, coz it "must be won"... their blood's a dark crimson.
we kill for meat, and eat and eat, prop up our feet... while others die of stavation
no ones there and no one cares, except about celebrity affairs... what's happening to this nation?
don't tell me its alright, alright. Alright? coz its not alright, alright. Alright? deep in inside you know, that you too feel like letting go. Maybe it'll be alright tomorrow...

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