The Mourn
Because I
smile doesn’t mean I laugh
When I
laugh doesn’t mean I’m happy, just tough
Tears
aren’t seen from life not foreseen
Scars and
hurts once felt always remain obscene
I don’t
give in to the mean breaking in on fire
I suffer
the lashes from their barbed wire
Rising
hatred for power over those afraid to refuse
Justification
to kill them and toss their souls into the refuse
Keep
control of my soul but evil people always plan
Look in
the mirror and see what I hate in my eyes, loveless deadpan
Will you
hit me with that cowardly backhand?
Will you
lunge at me and squeeze my neck until death is at hand?
To think
this and remember how love once surrounded
To doubt everything
and reject humanity is inhumanity founded
But look
around and see reason rejected
Conflict
from the prayer room to war room all irrationally infected
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