poem
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We participate in the systems game That leaves us suffering time and again, Watching as our most vulnerable fellow humans are killed, And if they’re not then they are ripped off By being forced into jobs comparable to slavery, Working for a minimum wage, it happened throughout the ages, And yet the silence and non…
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Decisions made, that make life hard Dealing then with the drawn card, Taking a gamble though it is right Can have it’s rewards when seen in the light, But in the moment and the struggles Stress just seems as if it doubles, But nothing good ever comes easy And often takes place with nobody seeing.
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Direct action to combat distraction Lessens the chances of forgetting the chances, To empower our own opportunities in life To increase our own voice and powerful might, So as to raise us up to believe in ourselves To be aware of our own authority, Rather the authority forced on us by someone else.
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Those in charge offer you help Wellbeing walks as well as talks, Like those in pressure care about us All they want and need from us is results, And as they sit there in their offices We do the work and produce results, But always under the pressure Of which they impose upon us, Don’t…
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Pressure building With no release valve, It’s not even a question If things are going to blow, There are no if’s And there are no maybe’s, Hear my screams And then you will know, Buried under others demands Life is not ours to command, Gritting teeth biting down hard Clenched fists are pounding, On an…
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It’s time to cast your mind wide And embrace all that’s new and true, A spiritual awakening is then heading to you Like a juggernaut of hope and truth in all you do, Casting away your doubts and fears of your brain stew And then you can liberate yourself from all the suffering , And…
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Breathless, tired and down Yet still choosing smiles over a frown, Feeling as though life is too much, Yet still fighting for a change Because I actually give a fuck, About others worse off than me And though life beats me to my knees, I get up, because what’s the alternative I won’t be dictated…
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I composed a sonnet just for you Hoping that you would one day choose, To walk the path of happiness Instilling a frequency of righteousness, But you refused to hear or see it So what else could I possibly do, But I don’t know why but I won’t give up on you Even though it…

