Burden Poem by Mason Maestro

Burden

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His eyes spoke to us in the trial
The left hand was on the good book
The right middle finger was raised

With no heed
With no remorse
With no guilt

Why do we believe life can't be sound
Why must there be a barrier
An absolute was on its way
Then humanity was tripped by him

With no heed
With no remorse
With no guilt

We only look at concrete evidence
..of existence, of testimony
Unable to revoke the system
..and live on with this unjust innocense

With heed
With remorse
With guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt.

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