The political scene is boiling over
                        Weather does its best
                        To keep up with the moods on the streets

There is no single cloud at the sky
This burning blue makes me cry
Of anger and pain

                        Until those clear horizons remain
                        The miracles of black and white
                        Make educated people hide

They flee the scene
To be unseen
In their safe rooms they tend to scream like little kids in waiting rooms

                        They take their mushrooms every day
                        But the pain won’t go away
                        They try to drown their anger

With lots of alcoholic beverages
The drinks sink in and leave self hate
There is no space to hesitate

                        Sweat like the devil runs after you
                        Yell loudly in the park at night
                        Sweat out your anger until the early light.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2024
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