Nothing good has come,
Nothing bad has ended yet.
'Tis untimely fun.
We still feel disarmed,
Still feel undefended and
Nothing to be done.
The brand-new faces rule,
The brand-new probs stand out
'Tis becoming cruel.
We are left befooled
But we mayn't complain aloud,
We've got the high pull.
So we're croaking through time and space
Without hope to get reborn.
All we're feeling is just disgrace
And shame for ourselves on and on.
Nothing bright has lit,
Nothing dark has cleared.
Drowning in gov's shit
Protests are illicit
And people outlive in fear,
Starting to lose their wit.
The brand-new its are born,
The brand-new laws are written.
But we only moan
Our wants are scorned
As well as dreams are smitten.
But they just come upon.