"President's call"
By Scaramouche, the po(t)et
Humans;
we are no better
than the flaws we try to conceal
And the wounds
There's just cause and effect,
all we're persistingly trying to heal
Our dreams,
Ambitions and games
The masks we once put on fall off, eventually
No footsteps heard
Marks dwindle away
From the fragile grounds where we wander
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