The Struggle is Real


Hard times we are in.
Virus of all viruses, struck all to begin.
A different way of life.
Stress, anxiety added strife.
Watched another brother die, with the knee, was his law
How can you not understand, we're sick of it all.
No voice, no leader, this tale must be told.
People hurting, we're so tired.
Seems as if we're still being sold.
But guess what we realized? We carry a big stick.
No longer will I accept the way things were.
Everything will be righted, according to God's word.

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