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He screamed at the night

Yelled out aloud,

Frustrated by his life

Of pressure and strife.

He has fought to be the change

In a a society that is vague,

On what it takes,

To rearrange a life

That can often be quite strained.

And in the name of all that’s good,

We reject all that we see as bad

But see throughout our neighbourhood,

Lives that are quite sad,

Based on life lived in the gutter

Barely starts, just stutters,

Like lost souls in the fog,

That mystifies the mind

Leaving them forever blind

In a conceptual space and time.