There’s conflict rising in bloodless skies,
Like catchphrase posed to ease the pain.
‘To malfeasance, clearly we aren’t woke’
Soul shivers at mention of these words.
I say we rise, scream out loud — requite
Cause spirit’s worn out: lies and artifice
Let us breathe back love into this world.
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