A Blind Tomorrow
I hear the silent scream of the unborn,
the hungry cry of poverty,
the boastful voice of mockery,
and the unrealistic words of a dictator...
I feel the undying pain,
for those that sell innocence into the public,
for those that smell nothing but arogancy
for those that pretend to be someone they are not...
I see the fear of the unknown
the fortune behind a failed dream
the darkness that surrounds us,
the end of what they call 'tomorrow's promises'...
poem by Arjamagne Monsalud Calidguid
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