What justice is served,
In a world absorbed in chaos?What fairness is there,
In a world overrun with greed?What liberty can there be,
In a world infested with politics?What hope do we have,
To live through the night?If there is justice,
It will be through pure minds and good hearts.If there is any fairness,
It will be given by the just and uncorrupted.If there is liberty,
It will be to those who do not depend on politicians.There is hope,
Even in the darkest of hours.
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The Battle
PoetryTwo sides, Stuck in an eternal dance, To fight, to win, to live, to lose, to die. A dance not for the faint of heart, But for the bold and courageous. Both going for the heart, To take it out, and be the first to spill blood. For an eternity has th...