THE SAFEST SPACE FOR MY UNSOLICITED OPINIONS

Like the hot lava flowing out of magma chamber
Behind the constantly crawling fiery giants
The heat of your sparking mischief kills

Like the black clouds of ashes rising up
from all those misery eruptions
Your obduracy covers the light of the sun

Thousands fled from their homes
Another thousands lost their loved ones
You do not care to even look down
as you spew out the pandemic of your burning greed

– Kéké