Four walls,
And a mechanical
Pencil
That's how I write,
In the solitude
Of day and night
In the silence,
Of my tears
And the memories
Of those
That have taken
Flight,
I write
Not to cave in,
Not to give up
Because,
I must still try
To make,
Whatever I can
Right!
In honor of Truth
In honor of Justice,
I fight
I write!
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A characteristic of a poet nice to emulate. Well penned, dear Ma’am Sandra...10++++