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Caged writer

You see it too don't you?
the message he is trying to 
get through 
to people
the message of isolation
and the message of violation
of ones self esteem made by the provocative mind
those minds who act carelessly and spew out fake facts trying to act kind
those minds who are blind
to self, trying to find
a way to feel god
but not trying to love
for they think that the shadow
deserves it 
the fire's lit
deep down his empty pit
casting the shadow as he grits his teeth
he wants to say
that come what may
the shadow is calmer than  the darkest of the days
when the light goes out of the way
to seek shelter from the pain
the words he speaks are plain
as well for he remembers 
the highjacked plane
and the lives slayn
the bloodshot screams and stains
etched in brain
caused by troubled brats
holding a strong belief of honing their craft
of torture as a rebel to the world
die they may but did we get
the message given through death
hate suppression fight for life
fuck the oppression just survive
in this place where being different is sin
they screw that- they don't want no next of  kin
to live in this hell
so they thought might as well
 throw a showdown of last rebel
at least it's better than giving your soul to sell
and he is saying the same
but just with a a different name
playing the same game
from a different frame
of a screen- worn keys
and busted beers
isolated his whole life, cheeks red with blood tears....

-Yakaa: Jujaan. 

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