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Inner Torment
It's hard to live in A world where People, en masse Accept this mandated schedule... An indoctrinated philosophy From birth until death Abiding by beliefs Of ancient times! Tell me, where's the upheaval The unrest for revival A rebirth of progressive thinking. I cry inside, biting my lips So no one can hear my Inner torment. We are all unique souls With our own respective Blueprints, yet we Squish and bury our Distinctive gifts between our Breast bones, challenging The beating heart with So much passion- To walk the beaten path... A path already made clear by Our ancestors boiling Under the hot sun Sweating and bleeding And tortured to death Fighting for our freedom. I cry inside, biting my lips So no one can hear My inner torment. We walk this Earth In open air yet making No indentation on Our own stretch where Our ancestors played their part- Existing only in the hell of Powerful mad men Puffed-up in relay teams Passing the golden baton through Nepotism, avarice, and Mendacity... a self-serving elite Us, the en masse, Complicit in their every Wicked whim, we Wallow in this Faux complacency Of acceptance As if it's all good By ticking the Ballot box. I cry inside, biting my lips So no one can hear My tortured soul. © 2015 Denise Morgan?
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