Hobbled in an untrodden trail,
Rough and tough,
Amidst the sandy storms,
Across the fiery flames,
Felt feeble and fed-up,
In the pursuit of peace,
toxic hearts and fake faces
In a one-odious play.
Still with the will among the hardest hills,
On the long walk to freedom.
Amen.
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