It seems as if the world is a failure to congregate,
to proceed in the most pridigious and treacherous fate.
To seduce human-kind to poverty and sorrow,
and the lack of hope for a better tomorrow.

What we call liberty will soon to be deceased,
with a world's quotidian of effusive of peace.

If this demeanor continues it would not be long.
for every little hope we have wil be gone.

The digression for help is all that seems to be shown,
to carry on the sorrow for all that is known.

A delusive of faith that is just not there, and carry on with your day with a diminish of care.