Peace or Piece
Society can't heal to humanity we're just profanity everything is vanity and no one
has sanity. But when my ink touches the paper crease, I am assured of some peace.
Since the world is violent I will not be silent. Through my words I will
be a siren, earth is my client, and society my patient but first let me make it vacant.
Even if it hurts, I want to heal with my words.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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