The Watcher

I see pain.

I see tears.

I see comrades whisper lies.

I see backstabbing gossip.

I see prejudice.

I see betrayal.

I see thieves stealing hearts

and vandals break them.

I see fights break out.

I see open hatred.

I see lonely children

surrounded by ‘friends’.

Is this really hope?

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