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Rated: E · Poetry · Philosophy · #1339851
As I see what is around me.
To scream to the heavens,
To hear the sounds.
As I look and see,
All the destruction around.
How do we see,
How can we stand?
Leaving the waste,
That knocks us down.
Accusations, realizations, salutations.
All kind of words.
As we scream,
Only to be heard.
Rising of powers,
That shall be.
Yet we watch,
Not knowing they destroy liberty.
The world moves on,
As we stand by.
Screaming inwardly,
While others cry.
Nothing we can do,
Nothing we can say.
Why should we,
This is not our battle,
Not our day.
Yet when the freedoms are gone,
Like the night of the song
Who is truly to blame,
In the End times,
The end of the game.
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