A poem.
We Will Break
Around me all the pieces fall,
Around me we shall break,
Around me the world crumbles,
beneath this terrible quake.
It’s cynicism and greed,
that cause our dreams to flee,
to the ashes down below,
to the fire at our knees.
We can dream all we want,
but nothing we shall receive,
unless we ourselves, act upon ourselves,
for ourselves will set us free.
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