WW3-do you see it coming.

Great depression has fallen once again. The worlds wrong, hunger it's all the same. There's droughts and sicknesses, and hunger for fame. Worlds dying, our president laughing, events have changed. Families separated, homes are broken, heart's have gone cold and still choose to stay. All that trouble, and hunger isn't even for what's right. All I see is blood on the floor, now on my hands. A world filled with hate, blood on our hands. Did I mention confusion? what's this war about anyway... I carry a paper, without it I'm dead. Immediate arrest, locked up, and pushed to the walls, if I struggle it's a shot to the head. My father worked hard, cracked hands ,arched back and sore feet. Do you see it coming? the great separation. Where colour identifies your worth once again. Where I'm an "object" and can't have feelings. No meaningful change instead a great division. Do you see it coming? As the mountains roar, mother shushed me, but when I woke up she was gone. Do you see it coming? where my voice is taken and innocence erased. Do you see it coming? -keren.