Those times are crying for some kind of crisis
The climate changes and the days get worse
Imagine noon and food without some spices
Meanwhile this generation acts diverse
The colours might distract from obvious pain
And feelings over reason wins the war
What was will always sure appear again
The youth will soon be covered up with scars
Elections see the simple minds in fear
The struggle might be real but with intent
The leaders of the world will soon appear
Apart from one another in dissent
        These times are changing for the worse in crisis
        You want to change this for the good, go cry, sis.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2024