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Truth's Exodus
Oh little girl so full of hate,
There's no such hope to a possible dream, In between the gleam there is no seclude, For in your heart innocence protrudes, A stereotype role you simply refuse, Ignore the politics ignore the news, For life is not a play nor is it a dream, Life exists in the lines between, Where anger is hate and hate is hope, And life is short yet we still use soap, Can you not see... society? That there's no time for hate, with no food on your plate? Life is an hourglass, Your last grain of sand, And there's no one there to hold your hand? Moral and ethics goes down the drain, War, hate, causes of pain, So when the strain comes too hard to explain, live in the comfort, your life is not plain. For poetry lives, poetry dies, Yet poetry from heart cannot lie. - ko tek
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