November eight
Was the the date.
Life was shattered
For half of the folk.
While the first half pouted
The other half shouted
With glee for what seemed
Impossible – no joke.

Fear mongers reigned
In their pain
Their disappointment great.
Lies told – all they could hold
Came crashing down.
Crashing down.

Fears from lies
In all their disguise
Trigger riot
Do you buy it?

College students
Need crying space.
Poor babies
Lost their race.

(Finish later)


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