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Can you hear my voice when I claim for help? Is it to delicate? Like the leave that falls from that tree standing in the middle of a battle
You claim your ambitions, yet you sit back and wade How can someone be so ignorant, is this why you're paid? Our brothers have fallen, our sisters held hostage, We didn't agree to this, I didn't sign a single roster.
Be true to where you come from But don't make it what you are All people are quite different, Yet not too far apart. No matter what you look like, upon this planet Earth.
This poem does contain footnotes on the bottom that may be used for clarification since there are many obscure references.