the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 251 – One in the Same

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Cursed are the days
When we could
Look up and
Not fear you
But now,
We do
Thanks to the forever skewed
Concepts of hate
Consumed by paternalistic fate
Which drives us into madness
Oh Anger, seeping into our very skin
Soon to be
Replacing it’s brutally icy self
With the sweat,
Sweat that immortalizes our fight
For justice
And for patience
Oh just wait for us,


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