The no-revolution

By: Andreina (School of Mechanical, Aerospace and Civil Eng.)
Competition Year: 2016
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No food, no pills
Our minds anxiety filled
Lines of zombies for what's left
Burglars trade the rest

At 6 pm go back home
For the predators might come
To get what's left
Or to shoot you in the chest

Still nothing happens, nothing will
We've been stolen, we are nil
We've been stolen our bravery
Fear turns into slavery.
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