My pen is mourning my people,
Who are innocently digesting the giant toxic apple.
My voice is seduced by the wind of liberty,
Which echoes the piercing screams of the hungry baby.....great write.
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My pen is mourning my people, Who are innocently digesting the giant toxic apple. My voice is seduced by the wind of liberty, Which echoes the piercing screams of the hungry baby.....great write.