Poetry

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It’s late at night
Worldwide so much fright
I can’t stop thinking
Millions drowning themselves by drinking

Out and about cloaked in darkness
People in problems held and harnessed
It pains me to imagine what could be happening
As I sit here and count my blessings

So much insanity
Lives torn with calamity
All this surrounds me
As I sit here writing poetry

No more slavery
No more blasphemy
No more catastrophe
No more treachery
Just some things that would be nice to see

I’m still contemplating
All the realities
All the fantasies
All the wishful thinking

Progression requires a dive
Desire is needed to thrive
Let’s see improvement arrive
Because hope is still alive

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