A story that already happens long ago

A gloomy feeling,  today may not know

But might seems to happen again

The ground is so thirsty for rubicund rain

The crust is longing for blood

Might be done because faith divides the crowd

Pack as a whole in one circle ball

But fighting to prove who's big, who's small

What face of tomorrow that today may sketch?

Depends on what we are going to etch

A serene work of art of peace

Or a dark masterpiece of war

We did not learn a bit

So here we are again

Pack as a whole in one circle ball

But fighting to prove who's big, who's small...

January 9, 2020