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"Overload"

I wake up at six,
Grab my cereal mix,
I sit down to check my phone:
Someone has been overthrown.

Conflict in the Middle East,
The rise of a beast,
Oil prices going up,
Money that’s not backed up.

I’m at the end of my rope,
Where is the hope?
Where is the hope?

I go to work at seven,
The news follows me till eleven,
And when it is lunch break,
I already have a headache.

In the evening, someone informs me
That the aliens are getting ready
To attack us any moment,
What type are they? An assortment.

I’m at the end of my rope,
Where is the hope?
Where is the hope?

When I get home
I just want to be alone,
I heat up an old pizza
And add mozzarella.

I sit on the couch,
My back hurts, ouch!
I turn on the TV,
My head feels heavy.

I’m at the end of my rope,
Where is the hope?
Where is the hope?

Flooded cities, pandemics in Africa,
Mass killings in South America,
Ice caps melting, polar bears dying,
Can we stop it? We’re not trying.

Can I sleep tonight?
I do not know.
Can we make things right?
I just hope so.

But actually, I am at the end of my rope,
And I wonder, where is the hope?
What do I do with news overload?
Should I turn on silent mode?

I’m at the end of my rope,
Where is the hope?

Can I sleep tonight?
I do not know.
Can we make things right?
I just hope so.