Red Ocean

Running out of classes
Running into memory
The masses need a remedy

How can we not if their shoes may fit our feet?

The bright lights were stolen from their hearts, leaving gloomy nights.

The sky is screaming and we are dreaming of a future where we see the threats to stop the deaths.

Maybe there won't be any gain
But there's still pain yelling, “NEVER AGAIN!”

How much more blood?
At this rate we will be drowning in it before we get an answer.

The ground trembled as it resembled how in February, bullets flew for four minutes.

This poem is about: 
My country

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