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Nov 3
Oh fallen wall, you crack and lean yet stand
A piece is lost, a piece is found, you try
To show your prize, but hold an empty hand
You grasp and cling to painful things, but why?
You wear your badge with pride upon your head
You're hurt, yet strongly rooted to the ground
Some broken bones, but still you aren't dead
Suppress your doubts and let those feelings drown
You're meant to stand and guard this land nonstop
No time to think, just stand and don't look back
Yet still you ponder if you're just a prop
And if they come will you withstand attack?
And now you brace as men draw near with swords
They climb right through, ignoring your awards
Written by
Sabrina Shapiro
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