We are victims in our own world,
Only to seek where our feet meets the land.
Do we deserve this life?
Nor lady liberty would hold her knife.
We only strife to see what expecting us ahead,
Without even knowing what awaits.
We do so much,
However we only get so little on what we scratch.
Time is merely done,
This moment will remain still as to be mourned.
Crossing across these sleepless nights,
We hunger still for our right.
Bullets may punctured our flesh,
So far as we know we are yet to discover death.
We ought not to discover the beauty,
Instead we chose to abandon our humanity.
Live not,
Die not,
Only trust in God.
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