What can I do?
A question to pause
To repress, the aware
Stifling the conscious
Into remission
Long enough to buy a paper
A glossy magazine
Kick the autumn fruit
That lays decaying on the pavement
It shrouds the beseeching faces
That shade our everyday
The silent screams of hunger
The desperations
Of a new dawn
Reason confides
One man no difference
Reality awakens
Responsibility presses
To our own
Helpless crams the senses
And even if I could
If?....
Veracity engages their plight
Balancing their frantic images
Transpiring them to a distant illusion
Others will
Console evolves and contorts
Who?
Impasse transmits
Accountabilities
Lingering sting
How many have strength
How many will tussle this concept
And decline
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