Written on: August 16th, 2020
Last Edited on: November, 21st, 2020
We know. That you won.
We know. That you are never done.
Why remind us so?
Repeatedly put us under the spell of woe..
You have the power.
You love to make us cower.
How I know? For last night, I already heard..
A very colorful language, And unpleasant words.
Yell, Yell, Yell, And then do it again,
When will you be done, When?
You already locked away our hope,
Pushed us down, The miserable slope.
We fight,
But we never get light..
We will forever resist,
Because you sadly have an iron fist..
You took away our smiles, Took them and made them frowns.
Made us plunge into the state of woe, Down, Down, Down,
So- We are under the spell of woe,
Sadly, You know, You know.
I hope that you're glad. I Hope you see.
You. Yes you, Are the reason for our misery...
If you change, Holding out hope you do,
Remember, We might still love you.
We still have a bit of forgiveness in our heart.
But, If you keep on going, That forgiveness will be shattered and broken apart.
Then, You might realize,
That you should have shared a piece of your sunny sky.
So, We are under the spell of woe,
There might or might not, Be something left to let us know,
That you understand,
And that you promise that you'll try to make this world a better and more peaceful land...