Flight of the hopeful

Upon the rising sun, prone to an inescapable curse 

Standing amongst many, who bore this malicious fate 

Upon thy first breath, came the wicked intentions of many 

 Ill and suffering, from what is known as destiny  

Yet many cling, to this unfortunate life, 

Bearing the sweat innocence of flight. 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem: 


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