why
do they cloud our heads
why
is the inside full of threats
why
do we have to numb ourselves with meds
why
do they want to trap us in their nets
why?
is THIS as good as it gets?
why?
do they want to ruin us? - let's
just continue. LIVE! place your bets!
on YOU this time, not on Mets.
don't run! don't hide! don't dodge their bullets!
just try and face it! don't be their puppets.
not anymore...
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An insightful depiction of the flat, hollow, and unendurable memories of the past that oppresses one's mind with so much sadness - the pain is so heavy that it's difficult for one to get away. A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing poet. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.