Category : Poems

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Make this our final stand, 
Right here upon this very land. 
Show a dying world, we can. 
Be the very face of kindness in man. 

We are taught to bow and bend, 
to the wills of mighty men.
OF what makes these men?
Monetary gain, a paper we'll lose in the end.

Teaching young and old, 
that their very souls are sold.
Upon bargain to the bold. 
In an unforgiving world grown cold. 

Boldly speak out, 
scream and shout.
Show these bartered souls. 
What eternity holds