Thinking of Wave,
The storm trolls,
The sun scorch
The rain drench
The climate change
We the people revolves.
There is a virus,
She is a virgin,
She isn’t from Virginia,
But from China,
In a town not free or fine.
But we are fine now.
I’m alone in the street,
With no street-lights,
Just the Galaxy up in the stars,
The universe is remotely blessed,
With a colourful moonlights.
I’m thinking of Wave,
The storm is coming,
It’s not trolling,
The frequency is annoying,
The Earth is angry,
We have pollutted it,
The Earth is dying,
We need to move to Mars,
But this time, we need to be selective.
The Mars is our hope,
US-China want to rule it,
That’s America and Asia,
Europe is defeated,
The world has moved,
Africa isn’t moving,
No slot for Africa,
We’ve been Nuked,
Our color and backwardness is provokingly annoying.
There is a Pandemic,
Everyone is panicking,
The kingdom is without a King,
We’ve returned to anarchy,
The chaos and coerciveness,
Is the end to humanity.
Wave is taking over our race….
