Melted Watermelon
Where shall I go?
They ask of us what I cannot sacrifice,
So help.
You, scared of the void of dice,
Do not fear what you know has result,
Let their greed grind to a halt,
Their evangelism is disguised with the veneer of a mission,
As they push us back in this revolting schism,
Help us.
Retrieve our right to humanity,
Relieve the wound that has lasted eternity,
We are not dispensable.
We are amorous and intense with emotion.
Please just give your devotion.
Devote like us to this cause where we stand
Stop letting them take over with the wave of a hand.
Liberate us.
Please.
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