Fear Not
They call it fear,
but I choose to dare
'cause too many hands
are washed in widows' tears
Now I'm here
barbecuing fear
with folk and spare.
To become firm,
I became fear
to scare my fear,
can fear fear
a...ny...thing?
Fear knows no fear
thus I wear no dread
to rear up fear.
Copyright © Peter Phad | Year Posted 2021
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