we’re close to extinction, like beehives and honey.
go protect your wealth; be wiser i tell you.
to the devil is where they’re trying to sell you.
drowned in another conspiracy - we
were blinded so much that we no longer see.
look in the eyes of the people and try to
tell me that they do not cry too often.
they weaken, they soften;
legalising abortion, and they’re killing the orphan.
i’m done with hoping -
there is no way they can bully me, evoke my roping.
Luka.