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I am not the violent type But I will stand up for rights, I am by no means a pacifist And trust me I will resist, But I won’t go out looking to ruck But of racists I don’t give a fuck, I’d rather use brains than brawn But when you’re up against those Who
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We live in a society offended by words But allows genocide to happen in this world, Where is the cancelling of this obscene act The right wing meanwhile stands right behind it, People are offended by gender wording today But where is the outrage at children burning and dying, Meanwhile knuckle dragging racists are celebrating
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Some people wear their bad attitude like a badge, As if it’s something to be proud of, but it is not I think acting out this way is sad and is why they’re not like a lot, But I get that it’s their choice, I am just glad I don’t present that way Within this
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In recent years, headlines have increasingly been filled with stories of youth violence and gang culture, often leaving communities grappling with shock and confusion. At the heart of this troubling trend lies a complex web of factors, where the notion of disrespect takes center stage. Understanding this phenomenon requires a deep dive into the psychological,
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I don’t support violent extremes But neither do I support Governments that do obscene deeds, I won’t follow the faiths of hate Or ones that say wars are okay, I won’t die for leaders or Gods That will not do the same for me, I am a person created from light I was born into
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Haunted by the ghosts lost in tears I sense the spirits of those who lived in fear, And they are often in my consciousness near Because of their loss my heart holds them dear, Knowing their departures were undeserved Yet also I know I have a place out there reserved, And in the darkness my
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Rushing here and there Covering your despair, But I see you and I care I will wait for you to be aware, That I am here always for you You’re visible to me and that’s the truth, Even when you feel like you’re unseen I see you because you’re my waking dream.
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The storm comes again, Not just in the weather form But in wars that are so cruel, And in a cascade of oppression And in a wave of exploitation, The storm wreaks havoc on the poor And they are stopped by forces of the law, From bringing about any change We see this time and

