It took away everything –

forcing to crawl through puzzles,

burning innocent spring;

putting archaic, realistic muzzles

on rebellious youth and it stung –

to remember colossal loses,

to see crippled and shattered hopes.

It snickered, trampling roses

and tightening ropes.

We struggled, but died regardless

Inner children choked on hate.

It danced on our carcass,

Tauting saviors, who came too late.

We have bled – abandoned.

It vowed heaven but took a detour.

We were left forever branded,

By our wicked mentor.

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