What I do know

Is,

We’re changing fast

Around the globe,

You could stop

In any country and say

It’s a different country.

Not from the one you just came from

But the one you’ve been in

All your life.

Yes, it’s a different country

And one I do not know.

The masters have changed the rules

The laws are now a choice

Anarchy is the bastion of the lost man

Or woman, who is lost

In a different country.

We destroy ourselves from within

So how can that be a win?

We are racing to the end of our days,

Our lives, celestial phases

And we will be no more,

In a place we cannot recognize,

A different country

In a different world.

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