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by Zaire Reid

Silent Nights
Flashing Lights
Not the kind for super stars
the kind for the guys behind bars
long cold dreary days
reaching far beyond the sun rays
They’re all no good
“doomed to fail”

Are these the things everyone say?

A place where pain is so strong
you smell the tears?
sour and cold
sense the burns?
so hot they pierce.

Death is prominent
“Life unwarranted”

Are these the things everyone says?

Predators so fierce
attacking silently
through television screens
Herded like cattle
moved by a societies
and simple thoughts
by how you should look, talk and walk.

It’s time to break out and not listen to what
people think and you once thought.