Modern Discontents
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There are dark spectres
That now endanger one's soul.
There is a marked change
In the air. I have to say
It smells poisonous.
Is this the beginning
Of an era's end
Or merely the end of the
Beginning? O these
Corrupt actors currently
Run this wanton world!
Meanwhile hunger is screaming.
They tell us to vote
For change, yet these rigid systems
Don't allow for that.
Media repeat slogans.
I would rather keep
My distance from such affairs.
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