No right to pride, no claim for power.
A drop in the sea of faces.
"Vicarious", "unified" still define,
throughout the different races.
The lights go out, the flags come down.
Were we ever here?
The darkness left is where I dwell,
the spotlight, never near.
Welcome not, with open arms,
the sentiment starts to rot.
The peace, love, and unity,
as though we never fought.
The person feels, the people don't,
the money finds a way.
Corporate pockets still get filled,
they truly claim the day.
A dream I dreamt, late at night,
calls me to its side.
The day when love is truly known.
No more need for "pride".
About the Creator
"Tewahway? How do you even say that?" Honestly, so long as you try, you're doin' it right!
I mainly write horror fiction, but I'm here to spread my wings and soar like a literary baby bird.
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