We just don't
Realize,
How much!
Art, Poetry, Music
Save,
From deep depression
So painfully, grave.
If creative freedom.
Were to disappear,
Taken away
By some soulless
Dictatorial hand,
There would never
Be a sadder, day
For we will have lost
The spirituality, that
Uplifts and keep us
Thriving, in that
Human, precious
Unique way.
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