Insecure

Cutting hands for lifting arms

With tied tounges, they play their game

Cause life is a wrecking ball

What's given must return, in other words, pain

Hiding their fears and solemnly hating

The war is near cause the violence is raging

Not a prophet of hope nor a seer

But I sign this in blood cause I'm sincere

They're insecure cause their end's near

And the conversation really ends here.

Is it bias or prejudice? Hatred or delirium?

Is it gender or race to disrupt the equilibrium?

And all they do is rave about it,

With a curse to curse, they blame about it

Then go back home and crave about it

Then next day, they ensue about it It's their doing and they can't be true about it

But the world's dying and guess what,

There's nothing they can do about it.

By: Armaan Yusuf