For decades a created,
Atmosphere of negativity...
Had been instigated.
By the very ones who now complain,
About the constant pouring...
Of torrential pain,
That opioids, corruption, division...
And hatred has caused.
Yet...
For whatever the reason,
The doing had been given...
Their approval to begin.
When it was believed they would not,
Become the victims.
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