Poetry

They are young lions enchanted by the sound of their roar
They are diamonds treated like worthless stones
They are rivers with nowhere to run
They are dreams unfulfilled
Desires buried in the remains of an abandoned soul
They are the beauty of spring
Blinded by the snowstorms of winter
Soon they will see their beauty, their strength, their love
And like the rivers flow into sea
They will unite as one
Then our voice
Will be more powerful than a gun

Excerpt from the Poem “BLACK RAGE” by THE LAST POETS

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