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Dark clouds gather overhead

I feel the chill of its threat,

Under chiaroscuro skies

I fear the danger from the eye,

Always watching seeing us

While slowly turning the earth to dust,

Through the locust mentality

They drain resources and spread disease,

And where can we run to and hide

When there is no sanctuary,

So these demons can’t act freely

Exercising their will on you and me,

Stealing rights, freedoms and liberties,

Leaving us within the storm, always down on our knees.