A storm brews within
Filled with blatant rage and agony
Dismayed at the sheer root of it’s creation
A storm — brews within.
Eyes grow wet — it’s misery
To conjure words to surmise, beyond a mystery.
Enraged. Voices struggle to be heard
Treason, Treason. The cries grow loud
Baffled, as the realization sinks in
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