ResistanceA Poem by IndaResistance
Drops of pride I need to hide, but do not want to; what’s a man to do?
Stains of doubt still remain, still generate volts of pain. Gray mirage of wisdom -trapped, in need of freedom.
A puddle of lies inspiring resistance. -A child cries in the distance. © 2013 IndaReviews
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