Racing thoughts and jumbled emotions,
A worn heart that still feels
Wrenches and tears.
What have we brought upon ourselves?
I ask, as I see the victims of injustice everywhere
Screaming to be heard.
As the impeding wave draws near
With rightous fury,
I see myself a victim of it,
An understanding victim,
a victim nonetheless.
As the pendulum swings,
Taking me with it,
I know it must swing by,
it has taken much more of them,
A tear drops at the end.
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