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I struggled to write this– The words won't come clear. Each day that passes I feel increased fear. Children are taken, Others shot down. And while I am yelling No one hears a sound. The world just keeps spinning As a country implodes. The rich keep on sinning, The poor drown in these woes. A man who has less Always holds out a hand, But the man in the suit? Strikes him down where his stands. They told us to vote In our local elections. When our choices aren't liked– It's deemed insurrection. So to the streets we go With signs and to chant, But no protest is peaceful, Don't you dare announce your stance. How many must we sacrifice For simply doing the right thing? The revolution won't be televised, But the atrocities will so it seems.
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Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
Civic Grief
I struggled to write this– The words won't come clear. Each day that passes I feel increased fear. Children are taken, Others shot down. And while I am yelling No one hears a sound. The world just keeps spinning As a country implodes. The rich keep on sinning, The poor drown in these woes. A man who has less Always holds out a hand, But the man in the suit? Strikes him down where his stands. They told us to vote In our local elections. When our choices aren't liked– It's deemed insurrection. So to the streets we go With signs and to chant, But no protest is peaceful, Don't you dare announce your stance. How many must we sacrifice For simply doing the right thing? The revolution won't be televised, But the atrocities will so it seems.
Fear is part of the design. So you help where you can, speak when youre able, and hope that small acts still count.
Kalliopie
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28/F/Home
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
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