Millions gather to bathe,
They'll free themselves from reincarnation,
By running to their grave,
Along with Daunte Wright in the North's Star,
Who knows what happened there?
Stopped for air fresheners on his mirror,
Then shot while Chauvin's trial's still laid bare,
Meanwhile, Somalia faces famine,
From locusts and no rain,
I swear the good news is harder to find,
Laid down beside this pain,
There is one thing,
The human aptitude,
Despite inequities surrounding them,
To still keep up a hopeful attitude.
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