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Soaked in freak-rain
Switching from post-summer heat
To pre-December chills
In a world losing its sanity

Stuck in the tropics
Of streets flowing with garbage water
Bustling mains and corners
Of violent baseless anger

Gunfire from juveniles
Shanks, broken bottles
Lynch mobs or Gangs running amuck
Like farmers with pitchforks

Crises of identity
Social compounds of inebriation
Intoxicated nudity
And monetary-dictated tolerance

Extreme incomparable hate
Evolving from obsessive love
Bypassing rights
Invading sacred privacy

The hot noise of the negative
Uncooled by the polluted rain water
A degradation of the civilized
Rendering the masses insane

A warped progress
An outpouring of misdeeds
The emulation of selectives
All compounded to society