Poem

So far untitled, suggestions welcome

When time has dragged its tears down
And all are bent-double with grief
When no one meets another’s eyes afraid
Of disappointment
Will someone make a stand against the inevitable
melancholy? Will anyone force a lift in the frowns
That form masks on cheerful souls
And show the way to revolution

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