Right
I write to right
the wrongs suffered under the light.
For those who are too much in a fright
to give it a good fight,
no matter the night.
Although some may bite,
because my methods are bright.
I won't mind my plight,
for while my rhymes may be a disgusting sight.
My cause is still right.
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