The Cycle Poem by Otha Gwabe
The Cycle
This is the way
The story of everyday
The same old heat
Same old rhythm, same old beat
You hear the cracks
But still, we walk
We fall through the track
And not once we talk
There is no change
You can't turn the page
Soon you can see
That we can't be free
The same loop repeated
The different paths depleted
We just continue the same path round
And shut, we keep our mouths
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