Sirens shout throughout the city
Constant fear no room for pity
Selfish lies but unity
We argue as community
In present times a fight for land
From love to phones that hold our hand
Controlled by men so far from truth
To save the old forget the youth
I look around I see despair
Such tough imbalance to repair
Some years to go before too late
Perhaps this was and is our fate

— n0mas