Times Are Hard in 2025
No one seems to care all people want is wars
Times Are Hard in 2025
Times are hard in this world,
Killings, murders, chaos swirled.
Wars that rage, tearing apart,
A fractured world, a heavy heart.
Poverty deepens, hunger grows,
Hardship lingers, pain it shows.
Leaders blind, their hearts turned cold,
Promises broken, lies retold.
Streets run empty, shadows creep,
Dreams are stolen, silence deep.
The weight of grief, the toll of fear,
A world divided, year by year.
This is the truth, stark and bare,
A world of pain, a world unfair.
Reality bites, no spark, no dream,
Just the echo of a silent scream.
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