Peace or Piece

Society can't heal to humanity we're just profanity everything is vanity and no one

has sanity. But when my ink touches the paper crease, I am assured of some peace. 

Since the world is violent I will not be silent. Through my words I will

be a siren, earth is my client, and society my patient but first let me make it vacant.

Even if it hurts, I want to heal with my words.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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