Change
Change is won by burdens held
By broken spines and fists
Lost by information, long withheld
And furious fears never dispelled
But the struggle still persists
When change is won
The people weep
While others dance beneath the sun
Yet more believe the change undone
Though none shall ever sleep
But change is just a flimsy word
A phrase, a fancy designation
it’s meaning is constantly blurred
And its truth is so often unheard
For it can mean peace or perhaps damnation
Change is nothing but something
A hope that’s probably false
But it keeps the heart pumping
And keeps people trusting
So I guess it may be worth its faults
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