When the many stop fearing the few..
And riches means nothing but rust..
Where the players stop playing the game
And winning means nothing
To us
When the living stop fearing the dead
And darkness means nothing but love
Where the oppressed stop believing in fame
And no one means nothing to none.
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Author:
Edthepoet (
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