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Jun 2020
A privilege of white
That I carry within,
Feels like burden to me
Of which I cannot get rid.

It is sorrowful
That I can’t understand,
What it feels to be judged
On the color of skin

Nor to walk on
With fear and concern,
When the ones that protect you
Are the ones that will ****.

They took power themselves,
Leaving unheard ones behind,
Ignoring the change, which
Nation’s people demand.

Damage will not be undone
When there’s hearts teared apart,
And there’s no one to hear them
Seems - humanity’s gone.
Poetry of Atticism
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Poetry of Atticism
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         Pradip Chattopadhyay, ---, Sushmita, Anam, Vaampyrae and 4 others
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