The heat of agitation
from the cold of rejection
And tepid meekness doesn’t suffice
when the igloo is made of ice
Stone and sludge unhinge the cart
when hope’s day is broken apart
But one cannot shepherd the wind’s voice
Humiliation’s lightning strike is never a choice
A victim’s grief dies unheard
It is only the mind’s silently screaming word
Helplessness can only leave a moist eye
For authority can never be defied
Pick up the fallen shadow from the floor
Collect the shards and walk out the door
A humble mind can leave behind
And still calm and composure find
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