"Shame"
She breaths
she breaks
swelling throught
tears down face
she breaks
the crowd
consumes
cries she makes
it's a whisper
the wounds that bear
named”shame”
she
“shame”
it's all but a game
in stories
there is happy
in hears its
Ending
for she
“Shame”
is but a piece
in life
called a game
no more
no less
is she
the final piece
a breaking point of history
destruction
wars that our fought beneath our feet
under the eyes of societies
yet she bears
no resemblence
to glory
yet she is victory
no more shall
“Shame” be her name
just
final piece
her own name
yet with one team
fighters
they claim to be
will you be
are you one of these
if you are
just breath
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