A blinding mask
In the shade Is where I hide Can’t be caught Can’t be alone They can’t see me. Can’t see them. With my blinding mask. No one for me. No one for them. The stench of filth, And cruelty Is here to stay. Will I ever leave? Even if possible, I couldn’t. Because I can’t see anything With my forlorn face, And with my blinding mask. Can I make a difference? I most likely cannot. Will he ever come back? He most likely cannot. Will my country ever let go? To all the bombs, And all the warfare, And all the terror, And all the gunfights? It will most certainly not. But can I make a difference? I most certainly can. It’ll be a challenge. And will take some guts. With my blinding mask. The people we are. The people we stand. We will never let go to others. And even ourselves. We’ll do it together. Against all the warfare. And all the terror. And all the gunfights. And I’ll help fight against it all. Even if I have to stand and fight. With my blinding mask.
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