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I DONT KNOW WHY IT IS BUT IT IS

The media is inconsistent and forgetful
The man in the street is often fickle
The chattering classes are self-centred
The government is hyperbolic
Is there no wonder that we are in a mess?

The state of society is flammable
The sense of unity lacking
Everyone is an individual
Nothing about terrorism seems factual
We have a long way to go towards the truth

Psyches are tortured daily
Money is in hiding
Everything about living is vexing
Caution is overpowering
Nothing can save us but a saviour

Fun is fleeing
Liberty needs caging
The mob wants mobilizing
Equality is overly ambitious
Sanity causes infighting
When can we all take a rest?

Struggle on
Fight till your are done
Keep walking strong                                      

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Christopher Correia

Classic Evrod Samuel, deep rich philosophical edutainment by the spoken word master himself, love this Evrod...streaming observational gold, somewhere in the middle of cynical and hopeful, so real and relevant a write...this is rich...you belong on the stage, I'll keep saying it, this one resonates a sobering walk up and smell the coffee poetic tone...well done, tip of the hat 

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Evrod Samuel

thank u Curtis .. I wrote while chillin in vestry house museum near me .... I will do the stage one day ..lol..

much appreciated

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