The inner fabric of our mind
consumed with derelict and waste.
What energy is spent-what cost to fuel such putrid hate?
The walls we build to save our soul;
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A very well-done poem. I like the shift to the courtroom metaphor at the end. You have a lot of really memorable phrases in here. Great job!