Yes the Bo Burnham song.
Anyways.
Disasters of old,
Predictions of new.
Young have been told
Of ideals that grew.
From current events,
To past stories.
Wars and presidents,
To stocks and inventories.
Crying and screaming
And cheering success.
To see future scheming,
What created the mess?
Our future is dying.
What is it to hope?
Calm country complying?
Or ability to cope?
Leading ahead,
We hope for peace.
We're on a tight thread.
We hope for release.
In deaths to decline,
Conversations arise.
No opinions align
Or respect to emphasize.
Welcome to 2021. Rioting and Racism.
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Depressing Poems
PoesiPoems about death, about emotions, about loss, about confusion. And the occasional midnight killing.
