A Poem by T. B. Ward
We will.
We always will.
Never will we suffer.
Never will we lie in the long shadows of shame.
There will be blood.
There will be death.
But we must have the will.
The will to act and live and pursue our destinies.
There will be those who won't.
They will cry.
They will hide.
They will curl up in a dark hole and never come out.
But we won't.
c. Taylor Ward 2012. All rights reserved.
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