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I see no gain in the pain.
That puts people out in the rain.
I see no love in the hurt.
That makes the weak hearted lose their worth.

I see the shards of broken wants.
Supplement the images of their haunts.
I see the scream in their silence.
That spurs their acts of violence.

I see the struggle in their hustle.
As they move through life in its bustle.
I see the sighs in their wake.
As they resign to crumbs from the national cake.

I see a future where in everything and anything there is no you and I.
A future where all men are equal and hold their head up high.
I see a world where everyone takes the justice bus.
A world where the only voice heard is we and us.

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