Never Far

The words – trajectory and fate.
They seem quite relevant of late.

Despite resistance and distress.
The end’s the same, nonetheless.

I am saddened and enraged.
But stay quiet, disengaged.

I am a stranger in my home.
And most at home when I roam.

I understand, and I can see.
From what I see I’m never free.

I am entwined in this system.
Urged to act like a victim.

A role I choose not to play.
So, I remain outside the fray.

Perhaps I have seen too much,
About the truth, the lies and such.

My beliefs shook to the core.
And I feel there will be more.

More tumult and more revealing,
Before there can be any healing.

It’s a turning, a revolution.
We passed by easy solutions.

And this is how it must be.
Without a trace of guarantee,

That the joy follows the pain.
That the sun will rise again,

For this idea, for this land.
This is history’s demand.

Being written as we speak.
Within the hearts of the meek.

Where the battle rages on.
Where the noise becomes a song.

Where they remember what they are.
Where what is next is never far.

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