Facing the worlds brutality
Standing after the scorn
Donning masks of clarity
So it looks like I’m weathering the storm
But these digs
At my sanity
Have let me see
The need for justice
That cannot be born
Facing the worlds brutality
Standing after the scorn
Donning masks of clarity
So it looks like I’m weathering the storm
But these digs
At my sanity
Have let me see
The need for justice
That cannot be born
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Brevity, rhyme, and provoking thought — well done.
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Thanks for the compliments
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No doubt! Nicely penned.
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I often wonder whether the Earth is a prison ship with disagreeable mankind banished to fend for themselves and who have chosen to fight each other instead.
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As a character of mine would say, the world is a submarine but some of us are outside the submarine looking in while drowning.
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Well done–unfortunately true…
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