Shelter from the storm

While we pay to feel temporarily secure, we pay even more to feel insecure. In a world where blackness is a virtue and the road is full of mud, none to realize, while sitting tucked under their blankets watching the news on the tele. There speak many of big things and few others wake up. While we sleep, there are others on the other side of extreme, who are scrounging for the next meal and who are fighting to stay ‘warm’. A storm that is awakening and there are to see it. And Dorothy’s already paid the cops to take her in, when the beginning of the end starts. And all the stolen power, they hope to blanket them will keep them as warm as the Indians in their blankets of friendship and sickness and death.

Everyone's asking "what can we do?"
Everyone knows "even a little goes a long way"
A little is good, a little will only last till 'Day After Tomorrow'
What you can do is the biggest thing there is...WHAT CAN I DO??? everything's moving so fast, my head is throbbing with the beats..my mind is lost in the trance..I can feel the rhythm sway me..but I'm so worried all the time that I find it hard to appreciate and be fascinated, like I did when I was a child.