A poem by Favor Mark

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Better Tomorrow

In this Times while Our broken Hearts bleed tears from Our Open Eyes
When Sadness becomes the Poet rewriting rhymes of Beautiful Depression in the. Verso of our Weakened Mind
When our youths get to Choose between the Romantic Embrace of Ropes around their Neck or The Lovely Taste of Sniper Kisses Down their Spine Over the harshness of Depression Speeches
When Hardship Has been Identified to be the Only sailing ship to these Island called “Better Future”
In these times when smiles are Merely Erasable line on different Corners of Our Faces
In these times, The Reason our breath pushes through rest on this Unseen Hopes for a Better Tomorrow

FFBOY

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