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Everybody is talking about coronavirus nowadays. Why are people shifting the focus from the real threat? COVID-19 will not perpetually affect the world, But the perpetrators of injustice and oppression will.
Full to the ceiling Parents and children alike Some get sick Some get stuck Harvesting tobacco They were bought with guns Full to the ceiling Parents and children alike Some are rich
Our bodies are nothing but sacred battle grounds.Our ribs wrap around our chests to ensure that no one else feels the earth-shaking explosions that rock our cores. Our muscles ache and strain just to keep every struggle confined and hidden. 
The pain in my eyes can't tell you what happened. 
See I am, the creator, I write the lives, and the lies, that I tell, to keep me alive, and well, a dream, could this really be not reality, but pain, creates our world in reality, the rain, resemble tears that we shed, and I see, why god, won't
Who knew  one could be so  submissive . . . ? mopping and cleaning plates for mere tips We dream and play  until one day it slips Not a care for others
The lack of concentration the pain, we fight the struggle of staying educated. The tears in my eyes drop from lack confidence but A lot of faith to keep going. Yet I fight the disabilty and the pain of people words.
I dream of a place where there are no countries fighting, There will be no more wars, And no more innocent people dying. Why can't these dreams be achieved? Because man is selfish and mean,
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