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