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I start the day with little to no inspiration

Much like everyone else in the world

I also start this poem

With the repetitive voice of exasperation

 

The sirens are blazing late tonight

As souls are being set on fire

But because of some peoples' perseverence

Loved ones' bodies are also being set alight

 

Recreational parks are not essential

Travelling out of the way

To a more "beautiful" part of a destroyed city

Have you considered that you are losing your potential

 

Your potential to be good,

To be conscious and strong,

To bond this nation as one.

 

I am far from patriotic,

I am morbid and passive aggressive,

Towards the government and the general public.

 

But this is clear, 

As clear as each never-ending day.

People are not caring for those who are close and dear. 

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