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Indifferently pouring, an array of rain
Falling on the glassy panes
Of windows to a jagged place
Where every person, behind every face
Cannot help but feel cliché
When it's all been done the very same way

A place where each straight line lines up the same
In a twisted repetition game
Where every soul marches as directed
And soon the whole universe is infected
With disease of broken record minds,
With only self-inflicted chains to bind

So we wait for you, rain, to use your wrath
To rid us of this destruction path
Wash away, used-up revolutions
And timelessly unquestioned institutions
Make it all new, a fresh world stage
Where all we citizens will engage
To marvel at the leveled playing field
With unity and youth as our weapons to wield.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Kkjaj said...
Apr. 22, 2014 at 7:51 pm
This is a very good poem
 
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