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Thursday, 7 December 2017

Defiant

We will all be remembered, by those who knew us,
In this dry, and fallow land, where we, the used,
Become abused, until, we no longer, allow it.
Until we lift, our eyes to see,
The beauty, that stares, at you, and me,
Taking, our cares, and all that bears,
Down on us, from those,
Whom always will, if we let them.
But pushing-back, against the pushers,
With brutal force, that rests, within,
As violence courses, back again,
To rain down terr0r, in defence,
On those, who menace, weaker ones,
We smash their teeth, with hardened bones,
Until they flinch, with silent groans.
Because, we can NEVER cease to be,
While we exist, in minds,
That free, the ones,
Who cannot, free themselves,
From self-imposed, and living hells.
Given conditions, taken-in,
Lived, maligned, and self-devoured,
Tricked, and wasted, subdued powers.
Sitting there, in hearts, alone,
Alone-accepting, ne'er expecting,
Freedom's cry, to come, so soon.

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