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Hurricanes Flowers blooming in the arctic. Children slaughtered as self defense. Two parties with different masks. Working eighty hours just to pay rent. Choose the lesser of two evils they say, While death in the corner silently stands. Because what does it matter in the end, When an early grave waits for the working man. Yet still the hopeless sing of freedom. Still the human heart beats and yearns. Still the plants grow through concrete. Still the children pray their words are heard. Because the old sat in corruption and greed, Led us astray with their bought wisdom. As the man in the street below freezes, They sit in private suites and say “Trust them.” But a back can only take so much before it breaks. A person can only bear so much before they come alive. The anger in our eyes is for you, all for you. We aren’t the only ones who should fear the Reaper’s scythe. Because time is like water over rock, One will continue and the other is worn away. But sometimes it takes a chisel
