We have the disease of dissatisfaction. We have the ailment of voicing our woes.
We felt the pain of emphatic action. We have the soreness of being shook so.
We wear tears of One ripped in Factions. Some are hemorrhaging away as we go.
We slouch ahead the worse for wear. To a person; zombie-like focus with egos.
We foresaw the dream of Living Fair. We walked in protest we all said “No”.
We cast our votes. We did our share. Getting what we deserve brought us all low.
Because…
We have the disease of dissatisfaction. We have the ailment of facing our woes.
