There’s no unease
Around here about supporting
The worst people and causes,
Just a sense of jubilation at
Perpetuating a cycle of
Fear, anger, abuse, sickness.
Strutting around each day
Hiding their soft underbellies
Under gruff exteriors.
Inside they’re all children
Yearning for love,
Wanting to belong.
It’s hard to dream when
All you’ve known is nightmares.
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