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Caged Souls

In the dawn’s hazy light, I see them,
The weary souls trudging forth,
Faces etched with half-slept weariness,
Their spirits longing for escape.

In this bustling cityscape,
They gather at public transport stops,
A sea of bodies, disenchanted,
Each lost in his own solitude.

Empty shells, surviving but not truly living,
Bound by the shackles of routine,
They move through life like mechanical beings,
Heartbeats synchronized to the ticking clock.

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Shudder

America, she's lost her way, her red, white, and blue tattered gray, living costs swallow paychecks, many parents wishing they were moneyed others, as their children hop, skip, and hunger, the Covid, in its deadly ugliness marched to her shores, so many victims, it's boney hands wounding our country's economy, and, along with other causes, raising grocery prices, supplies are short, and there's more shoplifting in our stores, it's a crisis, and her people shudder. Her homeless, standing on corners, her cities silver and frigid, as they, in their poverty, feel isolated and alone, they ask, "B
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