The nation
Lack of rhythm in the flow
The one sided way
Still one race can't satisfy
The addiction in the know
The gathering harvests can't
They are too high up in the air
Wanting more so become lazy
The pandemic wake up the sight
The weak ones clearly crying
No money to feed the addiction
Lack of rhythm in the flow
The darkness takes shape
Clouded the eyes and minds
The going seems not to change
It's the lack of the rhythm
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