Wednesday, 8 September 2010


Trust is blindness to this suspecting fool,
Yet courage to battle is my compelling tool.
Hope flickers distantly, but my focus is fixed,
And I drive through with valour and a firmly clenched fist.

Reserved but perceptive, I know the score,
I know parasites when I smell them; I have smelt them before,
With a mind set on liberty and a heart turned to stone,
No longer afraid to continue alone.

Obliged I am not to exist in a cage,
It is crammed with hatred, loathing, and rage,
And I am human to speak up and valid to roar,
But I have done this for so long; I cannot do it anymore.

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