Is it

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Is it... 
  I scribble down my thoughts and hope the impact does not die out
I let petty issues pass and hope I dont pass out
Life has me paraded, stranded in deep waters,
Should I go for a hike? Or let the thoughts swallow me up like another lost legend
My happiness is on strike 
I'm tied down in chains
I try to pull a few strings but the threads are too tight
my energy is low
my esteem died out 
The liquor is too bitter I can't take a shot
 a screenshot will do
I try to hit the target but My eyes won't let me
The bulls eye is a little too far
Nothing is clear, its blurred
Pay every attention to the blowing wind
Coz my past has no meaning 
My diary won't need me
Are we still in the dark
Or are we sailing contrary to the blowing wind
Are we pretending to be okay


Offload the pain of a lost soldier
Take the pain of a stray bullet 
Be the sacrificial lamb
the consulting architect in my pieces 
Or rather be focused in inner peace 
Find a form of equilibrium with the society
ponder on every detail and the way life unfolds
Hoping it won't turn into a propaganda
Boy child or girl child 
Certainly no powerful gender 
Is it a curse
Is it a blessing 
Is it a day full of selfie's with faulty smiles
Is it a season of death on our highways 
Is it a time of betrayal
Is it a time of the true to be falsified
Is it a time to buy samanthas and forsake slayqueens 
Is it a time to reverse the curse
Is it a time to build an upright community 

Did we start beating the rain? 
Or did the rain start beating us
Do we blame it on our forefathers
Or the suckers who introduced a virus in the system 
Malfunction in the very air
The economy is in doldrums
The pockets have become lighter
Even a toddler could feel it
Virtually unrecognizable 
Suppression of the meek in the nation
What do we call it... 
A high level of negativity 
Or a disorganized society of slaggards
Take a short cut and don't arrive I bad shape
Let him be Patrick and you square pants
Life will never be sqwidward
Sounds awkward 
I'd rather be dicky not the idea man
I will leave you a note in form of a poem
That way only few words will pass out my message
We are in a mess age
Where the weight of your wallet matters
Or forever in tatters
Riches to rags, hero to zero
Maybe when in a mask of Zorro 
Still a begger can never be bankrupt 
I'll ride off like I never existed
Let you decide 
Pain, death, starvation, floods, corruption, egocentricism, hyperinflation
Do we live for the day? 
Or the day lives for us
Its not time to blame each other 
Its time to blend with each other
And put the past in the recycle bin
            

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