Is It Poetry
If I fight for you, will you fight for me?
Pitch black in the darkness, light you see.
Laying in your room awake, there I sleep.
Civil rights all have at birth, mine they had to keep.
Shedding tears for one, that rivers dry.
Living in a cloud of fear, your dreams float by.
To he or she you voted in, they prearranged.
They will give your life, to save their own.
To all the women, men have known?
Did anybody, really know your child?
Do not turn away, come here walk back.
Raise each voice in speech, words I write.
Be it good, not bad therein reside.
How can you know, for you what they plan?
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