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Can you hear all the screaming and crying?
Can you bear the fearful calls of the dying?
Haunting, I say
They won't see another day

They've been long lost and far gone
Not a single thing to be done
For those who will perish
There's nothing left to cherish

Dull eyes, staring and gawking
Cruelly laughing, viciously mocking
Ignoring the tears
Evoking their fears

The true beasts who stand above us all
Keeping them up while making us small
Us having to carry
Not getting to marry

This broken country will never heal

I can feel their pain
Running through our veins

Hoping to ease the suffering
I promise,
it will soon begin
I really wish for society to change for the better
K E Cummins Jul 2020
To be poor is to go back in time
I have eaten dandelions out of the backyard
And contemplated the guillotine
The revolution of a coin
Skittering to a stop.
There you go, bringing class into it again!

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