During my time yet
I felt tired of looking around me
I wanted to scream - berate them
To break up the sound muscle
But for what the
Oh, I better remain silent, silent as long as I want
God, give me a head with a sane brains contents
Not filled with all forms of propaganda
That I can use as protective of the weakness that I have
During my time yet to leave the world
Copyright © 2012 ℠
poem by Sari Mavi
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