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Change


We think and believe that we can't change a thing.

Change, if only that will come if we heed,

A massive demonstration that will pave way for our fate.

Given our circumstances, what will this really change?

Will it end our internal suffering and breath life in our lungs.,

or will it destroy our hearts and turn our guns?

 

Change, a word often used for sport.

By politicians and those who claim to have remorse.

Remorse, fate, and destiny are all susceptible to change.

So, why even bother if it will end the same.

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