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Jun 2021
The world is words so seldom heard
Cries for help ignored, misspelled
Silent screams from those in need
Dying pleas can not be gleaned from mute TVs
Opulence by any means
Poverty penned as the new disease
Truth, the circus freak
Meager, meek, sad is weak
Rinse, Repeat
All that history speaks
Unheard echo
Beneath the flesh and bone
An unread poem
Feelings I know all too well.
Written by
Brett  28/M/NYC
(28/M/NYC)   
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     Luz, Valsa George and Thomas W Case
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