Devon McElveen (April 3,1993 / Norwalk, CT)
Am I the first to fall victim
To the hand with power bestowed by my peers?
A power which reeks with corruption
That we blindly look past.
A blind man knows more
Without the ability to see.
We must lose this ability to find
The true meaning of power.
A power that should never
Be possessed by mere men.
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