Trapped In a Duty
Often misunderstood
The reality of the condemned
Opposing viewpoints clashing in a battle of wills
The loser of which is erased from history.
A story that will never be told
Of bravery and perseverance
The reward of those who stay vigil to their cause
Yet, dormant their souls burn solely for a cause not its own
Trying to make their mark on the concrete walls
Their fingernails scratch and splinter sound of desperation reigning supreme.
The scratch marks never amount to art, just a sad reminder of trapped souls.
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