Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
hey babe. it's just you and me
the world sucks.
bloody covid everywhere
we can't get away anywhere
though we have coptors flying to Mars,
Maybe soon up there we'll have cars
we now recycle our piss in underground vats,
in India hospital beds and oxygen are both scarce
in Mynmmar the junta is back
in America, you could be shot for
being Black
you and me, we better hold on
coz everyday someone is s dropping off
could be war the virus the vaccine or sometimes just being on the back of a truck can be fatal
you and I, we
either of war or virus or in some cases vaccines.
and there isn't enough oxygen
perhaps soon we will learn to recycle our daily breathing gas too
being Black.
and Aung San Su Kyi is back under house arrest
Myanmar junta runn
and people are dying every minute
dropping like flies
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