Dreamers Matter
Mangled swollen skins arrive
bleeding bitter dark prayers;
loathsome chants of naysayers
detached dreams dying alive
Cross wrath borders seething gold
seek anchor, desert heat fumes
disgusted skeletal tombs
foreign bloodline wealth resold
Fortune steps circling schools
bouncing life, twirling fair hair
speaking foreign tongues of flair
bright dreamers stunned by dark rules
Come seek lands built on distrust
Come expecting hued disgust
Seek out peace, as we all must
Seek justice from dawn to dusk.
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