every day
i hear
people say
what a bad day
they've had
they're having
what a sad way
this war
we're in
a sorry war
of nerves
and sudden swerves
emotions
crazy notions
who does this war serve
who will throw
the next bloody curve
more bad days ahead
who really knows
sorry sad days ahead
this war sucks
every daily battle
blows
blowing
in the cursive wind
frayed emotions growing
when will this all end
all those angles
triangles and rectangles
tangling up our nervous lives
there's a humming in the atmosphere
those things we have held so dear
crumbling before our very eyes
trying to recover
we're stumbling
while the world continues to rumble
every body
wond'ring
when will this
be over

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