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Aug 2016
We see but we don’t feel
Apathy
We hear but we don’t speak
Injustices
We allow the innocent to be Consumed
While we give praise to the wicked
A blind eye turned
A ravens feast
Laid bare the pickings-
Thus, the glass house shatters from within
Its columns of shame is
All that remains…
…we the people
Odonko-ba
Written by
Odonko-ba  Louisiana
(Louisiana)   
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