Usurping Our Conscience
Neared mayhem can follow.
Choices brought with sorrow.
Restoring us from graft.
We appear shaping past.
We yearn most than we say.
Our minds and hearts will pay.
Running and squealed to rife.
Everything spins with life.
Morning sun warms the face.
Winning or yield reap grace.
Out of place wish to aim.
Life's pages dwell a game.
Daily tweaking our tale,
We must at once prevail.
We cling to each other.
Meeting needs and utter.
Dream of giving up hope.
Always upset by mope.
Life will remain unjust.
Don't forfeit our spirits.
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