Mogadishu, Kalamazoo
Pacific Grove California too
Wherever you go around in a whirl
It’s all the same, the same old world
Conflicts, protests, sickness and cures,
Haters, and lovers all think they allure
The future depends on the survival of all
Every tint, every color feel fate’s rise and fall
The world keeps turning, but for how long
When we just keep playing the same old song
How long shall we sit in our safe comfy rooms
Watching, never acting, to change this doom?
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The Bag Lady 