Of fighting the wrongs
That in our fragile lives
Accumulate, in burdensome
Amounts!
Will I still
Have the strength
To write out,
Doubts
That never end
That renew, Themselves
With new trends
Down old bends
Flirting with Life’s
Uncertain Road?
That will torture
And close
Further openings
Of truth and light.
Doubts,
That strangle hope
And open roads
To pain,
Because so much
Evil
In this world
Can still be
Carried out
And fought
In vain,
As History
Repeats itself
Time after Time
Over and Over,
Again!

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