We are souls
Moving in mysterious ways,
We are souls
Of a nation, tears coming out,
Floating between
Board meeting and
Living in hanging,
Caught in uphill task
That we cannot make viable
For our rescue for better substance
For our existence, as we are
Bereft of sanctity,
And in fractures,
We have no purpose
Or dream,
Love is now a defect,
It is in missing segments,
As souls of distant
State of being is in cells
Disabled us to move in array,
Blood is pouring out.
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