Stupid

Fears start as a spark
left in the dark, it latches
onto our need, and gets
us on our knees, hits us
where it hurts, until the
hopeful become the
hopeless and the
helpless
become the
homeless
in a world
where the
obvious is
all that is
seen when
a nation is
run by its
power and
its means,
What does
that mean
and why
does it
matter
when
the
world
only
grows
sadder

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