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And I Am Week

Nothing in life is so bold as to give it

Up. To that end we guard it tirelessly.

We do whatever is necessary to keep it

We will fight to the ends of the earth

To stay alive and free. Yet we are so

Blinded by our struggles and pursuits

For a greater more rewarding life, that

We don't see the life we are taking

We see it every day yet ignore. Read it

In the paper yet don't understand. Watch

It on television yet don't give it a

Second thought or a first glimpse. We

Deny it at every turn, yet try to protect

It from every onslaught. Life and freedom

So ingrained that we cant see past our

Physical form. Yet in these words I betray

My loathing of it. My acknowledgment of life

My denial of life My betrayer. My mind in

Life My power in life My supremacy.

And I am week!

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Written by
derick-van-dusen
American
Published
Dec 18, 2010
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