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people living to die

people escaping the fire
dodging debris
then running back in
the burning building
ancient ruins

crumbling statues
encased in museums
for people to walk by
seeing their reflections
in the glass engravings

reading the death toll
the people who ran and fell
who ran too slow
who ran back in
who ran to death

people dying to live
People
seated in a cafe
are in ocean
tides of
conversation,
revealing
themselves
through
words
to one
another,
awakening
wings of
emotion
and thought,
if only humans
knew of their
light,
shining
eternal.
 Aug 10 John Fernandez
Kim
Anyone can rhyme
Or hum a melody
But to lay your guts out on the table
For everyone to see
That’s what art is
That’s the soul
That's hunger, pain, and glory
As the artist tells their story
Living your truth
And telling it straight
Is what sets some apart
The secret of the greats
Stop fumbling with that metre
Don’t fret over the rhyme
Pour your soul onto the paper
Pull the tears from our eyes

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