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Shall I Not be Content

When lights of hope burn out
And despair clouds hope
I want the words I utter
Gasps in the throats of those spreading hatred
When commossion collides consequently
I want the words I utter 
Gasps in the throats of you and me
To release the pain of those who can't 
Utter them themselves
And let light in the hearts of those in despair
And frustration 
I want the words I utter create chaos in itself
Shall I not be content
For I believe there's no oil
If olives are not squeezed
No wine if grapes are not pressed
No perfume if flowers are not crushed 
It is a crucible mystique truth
Something surreal
And macabre
I want the words I utter to debilitate
Hard pressed on every side
Yet not crushed
Persecuted but not forsaken 
Struck down but not destroyed
I want the words I utter gasps
In the throats of you and me
Saying, 
I just want to teach
And not discriminate...


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