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we are given glasses at the beginning of childhood. we are given infinite supply of: laughter. gifts. smiles. once the glasses break we are exposed to reality. infinite supply of: hatred.
Tears set in blood on a child's face, A child betrayed by older men, Dissolve with a blush of embarrassed shame, As five long years of silence begin. Confused hands tremble in a disoriented state,
Peace Equality, diversity, tranquility and justice Cooperation, teamwork, liberty and stillness Harmony, serenity, boy is it quiet?