Don’t shame the mouth that speaks
All they have simmered in
Now pushed into release
By a furious roiling din
Don’t mock the tears that fall
From eyes assailed with hatred
Lives covered in a pall
After power was made sacred
Don’t brush away the feeling
That something is awry
A choice once thought appealing
Could soon find you asking why
The crawling in your stomach
You felt from time to time
May cause the high to plummet
Leaving you with quite the climb
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