Decision

There is a struggle occuring

there is a wAR being waged

and it is so inbuilt and so

below the radar that .

when the red rises we don’t

recognise that blood has been

lost.

We vassilate and we are rocked

and we ride the storm that has

been raging since before we

were born. Pushed out of the

loving womb we enter a

battle zone that

is nothing of our creation.

Raise your head and be shot

bury your head in the sand

and suffocate.

Decide!

But fight. Always

always Fight.

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June 29, 2012

*random noter* good poem! keep it up =)