My anger is rising,
I have to do something,
sitting here is killing me,
slowly eating away at me,
what can I do?

I am old enough to think,
but not to have a voice,

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there is so much wrong,
wrong, wrong, where to start?
the hatred, the pain,
openly shared, kept hidden away,

a sweet escape,
is not enough,
I was born to fight,
I have to,
I was born to love and live,
but both are slowly being drained from me,
taken by those, who came before,
those who are
content to sit,
content to idle,
content to leave me with worse than nothing,
they are a people of peace,
they are blind