For those who will not know oh volatile shaking of the inner core,
this fearing of the UN named, the tear stains from crying in vain.
swollen eyes bear witness to weary hearts being left in the dark,
those blaring trumpets of dread will spread, it’s how terror is fed.
Glib is the UN gracious ignorance of more than a few with no cue
hapless hysterical nerve-racking sensation in a mind, you’re not fine.
Miserable skin trembling over mistrustful holds on stable realities,
Unsavory the unworthy so willing to judge with a scornful mentality.