Mask Figure
The sounds of roaring fire
Falls heavy on mistrials of ones individual mind
Essential to those never had the nothing
Spinning lives!
Darkness of the hiding cries
Painful shout out to the ones in need
Bias mind of one's who do not intend the greed
Blinded one by one
Growing by struggle and intensity of life
But look down on silence of ignorant minds
Trapped in the box of the unknown
Carrying those feelings of resistance.
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world
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