How can those
With power
Be so blind
Not understand
What matters
My world is
Crumbling
In their hands
So many
Atrocities
Seem unstoppable
Because of them
My heart breaks
For what I
Cannot do
And for what
I can do but
Do not know how
Because I am
Without power
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Escape
PoetryMy escape made of words. A Collection Of Poetry. Third Place - Pen & Ink Awards
