Fortunate and blessed are they,
To have gone through upheaval.
And conflicts witnessed.
With a noticing them beginning to end.
As a higher consciousness arrives.
Slowly diminishing casualties that feed,
Upon an ignorance kept protected too long...
Purposely defended.
As a dependency to intend it meant.
Fortunate and blessed are they,
To remain faithful.
Keeping strong regardless of opposition.
Initiated to create,
Remorse, confusion and doubts to replace...
That dawn upon the horizon,
Rising to be seen.
Clearing the clouds that stayed but fading,
From all sickened by a sad madness...leaving!
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