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The rumor is
a toxic year, death and destruction, but these words are spoken out of fear. We feel the anger rising from the souls of the disenchanted, downtrodden multitudes and think the end is near. We must take action, close the eyes of doubt, look beyond the war wrapped present, the volumes of spilled blood, and political rhetoric to a future bright illuminated by the light of humanity’s unity. Line Count: 21 Form: Free verse no required rhyme scheme, syllable count, or line meter.
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