On Whom The System Prey's
When at dusk are cast by towers tall,
Where power thrives, the weak must crawl.
A system built on whispered lies,
With polished smiles and hidden spies.
Beneath the weight of gilded dreams,
The fragile soul forever screams.
Yet hope persists in darkest nights,
A spark within, a flame ignites.
For though the system preys and reigns,
The human spirit breaks its chains.
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2024
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