Poem 65

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today we waltz

dancing down the halls

in tune to the misery

the misery of the walls

the walls are made

not of concrete

but worse

the walls are made

of pain and sorrow

and jealous minds

hindering tomorrows

the walls trap in

the minds of freedom

the walls trap in

the calls to arms

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