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Visible Disharmony

A fair and democratic society renders the good fruits of Liberty without distinction of upper and lower class; where's that one who can change this chaotic mess? Many are the victims of abuse: their cry is unheard; the rich don't clothe and feed the vagrants, the lawless spread terror with their guns while terrorized pedestrians hear the blasting sound. A peaceful evening of summer turns into a death trap: on dark sidewalks mothers mourn children in their lap. Written on 9/21/2016

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