The Universes Locker

Music is sound written on the lines of our life
Art captures the world in its essence
Dance is an abstractly moving ribbon
All ruined
Not completely ,but its close
The unsanitary sky above
The power hungry fools below
Not all are like
There are those that suffer
We stand tall
We understand
A future that was bright
Crushed by men with authority
Like I said not all are the same
Some try to help
But that doesn't change much
Because without a doubt
We are still the mess in the locker of the universe

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