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Feb 1
You turn a blind eye to the world around you
As blood and tears rain from silent captives.
Your ignorance astounds me, you subdue
The natural instinct inside that lives.

You push away the plate of all their pain
And refuse to eat the words of truth, fool.
So tell me, what is it you hope to gain
By living your life as a broken tool.

Nothing you could tell me would justify
The arrogance you show by ignoring.
What would it do and would satisfy,
Or would it leave yourself unraveling?

The next time you hear a captive cry out,
Don’t sit in silence with wonder and doubt.
Tori Schall
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Tori Schall  13/F
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