How many battles
can we fight how many
can we win
the sky itself bearing down
on us
the sun wrapped
in a blanket of sedition
we yearn for lost freedoms
that may never have been ours
and for justice
which surely never was
we cry out his name
ears reverberating with
a thunderous silence
on the bruised morning air
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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