All we have is this word
It soars through the air like a bird
It can slice the soul into a third
The evil use the empty herd
This rots and coagulates like a curd
Seems fact and truth often deferred
Lines between right and wrong blurred
Hope and light in mud interred
As competence is slandered and slurred
Karma’s heavy wrath incurred
Hints of the future inferred
The righteous forge ahead undeterred
Hearing more than what’s preferred
Standing sentinel in a world absurd
Word documents all that has occurred
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