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We are vulnerable to vital, sticky subjects and unabashed deeds - a prose poem. |
| The ranking of one’s joviality May seem truthful and resolved, Or frankly, highly distraught; A service to the enemy, And an innocent surprise; Dedicated answering And utter emboldenment; All the lackluster scope Blazing a structured path, Clinging to the embarrassment And utter shock… Revitalized, despite the modicum mayhem, One may seek thorough, Righteous deeds through their most Journeyed respondents; A soulful, sacrosanct unity Of cause and direction… The fight has begun, For the hundreds of millions Whose aim is simple, proper, Saintly consequences - A dabbling in the concerns Of tired and bleak resolutions. A mesmerizing inhumanity Meant to ratchet down The insane contradictions - Seeking strength and liberty - As systems uphold A free and able society. |