Rogue’s Rizz
In vacant lanes of virtue, they align
A common voice, a chorus so divine
"We knew this day would come," they say eyes wide
"A system built on profit's fatal stride"
But in the fringes, where the veil is torn
A different narrative, a sympathetic form
“The CEO's family, victims of circumstance cruel”
A corporate plea for empathy, a plea to be cool
In this divided land, where factions rule
What price is paid for profit's reckless duel?
Can we pivot, toward a brighter light
And forego profits for humanity's true sight?
The questions linger, in darkened rooms
As night descends on cities' broken tunes
Will America awake, from its troubled sleep?
And rise to challenge, its entrenched creep?
For now, the answer lies in murmurs and sighs
A whispering wind that trembles with a nation's compromise.
