Tick...Tock...

Tick...
What should I be doing?
Tock...
What is there to be done?
Tick...
Why not a drink?
Tock...
It is condoned

But, the clarity of reality is unbearable
A fight against injustice has gone unnoticable

Tick...
A child waits infront of you
Tock...
She begged "Uncle, uncle, can I have some money?"
Tick...
What is there to done?
Tock...
Nothing...you can't help

The End

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