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Who is a man that can’t help?

Crying,

They don’t let him in,

Crying,

He gets pushed away,

Crying,

He can’t help, he cries inside

Who is a man that’s not perfect?

He must always know

A man confused,

Is a man unknown,

Unknown to himself,

Not knowing what to think,

He doesn’t see the world,

It becomes warped,

Changed,

Hazy,

Cast into hell when you’re lonely,

Seemingly heaven when not,

Loneliness can hold on you, spread like a rot

A lonely man can do thing in search of connections,

He hurts others and himself,

Le François de la Tranchée

With my stomach on the ground, I look over the parapet and into the trench. Nobody could be seen.

As I hold my pen of peace,

The veil of hate,

Lies,

Death,

It fades away.

And reveals our world in a new light,

We all sing of love in the rays of light

Liberated,

America

Anew

As a child brown from oppression and a desire to be free,

It must learn,

It must remember,

It must never forget,

That freedom for some isn’t freedom,

Freedom for all was promised,