Why bother, really?
Why speak, write, or protest?
The majority are without care.
Suffering in strife
And the seemingly inevitable death
This not one thing we wish to share.
To march in unison under the sun.
To be united as one.
That is an idea for the foolish.
Surely, it is better to cower and abide by tyranny.
This battle cannot be won.
Stay alive and just have "fun"
And together watch this country
Burn baby burn.
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Thoughts In Words
PoetrySometimes the dark of night brings the beauty of the tiniest light. the moon and stars are brought into glory tonight.
