Too rattled to bear any burden
To harbor a voice
So gone with fatigue

Still I plod along, through family affairs
In the marching regalia
Of a youth on the rise

When the truth is downtrodden
Flailing,
For a sweet drag of mercy
To fill its weary lungs

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