Grounding Exercise

See the eyes of pity
Hear the whispers they sing
Feel the shame surround you
Smell the salt on your cheeks

 

Taste the sour hatred bleeding down your chin.

 

Find what can't be broken
Seize the chance they cannot
Believe in future health
Change a world of promise

 

Bring back the cannons, and make the most of it. 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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