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Bullets fly and stain the grass
With the blood of the deceased
Battle cries while ending lives
Yet they don’t practice what they preach
Profiled, then exiled
Forget your freedom of speech
You’ve been sized up
And *******
Then put on a leash
It wasn’t long before I was lost
Even though I had the address
It’s the reason why I broke out in hives
The essence of my stress
When I turned the corner
The streets looked all the same
And it seems I was on the only street on earth
That doesn’t have a name
Her words spoke volumes
They caused a fuss
Those haunting words
“I can’t save us”
It’s powerlessness
It’s a burden we all share
Flashing glimmered hope
Fades into thin air
The powers that be
Are consciously aware
Even after bloods been shed
They still don’t seem to care
‪Between the edges of the mountain sides‬
‪Stands water, aqua blue‬
‪Extended for astonishment ‬
‪From many points of view ‬
‪To swim would be advisable ‬
‪As the legend goes‬
‪The water purifies the heart‬
‪And rejuvenates the soul‬
It’s for the releasing of oneself ‬
‪And giving up control‬
And for the sanctity of inner peace
As the legend grows
Surrounded by seclusion
Hidden from our sights
A beauty seen only in dreams
Asleep late at night
She’s a bona fide composer
With melodies and songs
She’s musically inclined
Though she hasn’t been here long
Her words come from the heart
Harmoniously in tune
She’s off to a fast start
As you can never start too soon
A prodigy on epic scale
A maven beyond her years
A set of high tone vocal chords
That’s music to our ears
Beauty is only skin deep
Her eyes closed for her beauty sleep
The counting of white leaping sheep
She’s strong, but emotionally weak
I question every time that she speaks
Her promises, she never keeps
Yet she stands on manicured feet
Quietly, proud, and discrete
Lying in the trees
Behind the leaves and shrubs
A feline leopards spots
And her two fresh spotted cubs
Lying in wait, but always alert
Not thinking of dinner, but what’s for dessert
A feathery pheasant?
Perhaps just might do
To pluck from the sky
From whence it once flew
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