Arts of Wilderness

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Row Of Thorns.

A row of lifeless shrubs, a time of lifeless plants, era of endless political rants, my rights, his rights, her rights, no one knows our rights, for the ignorance is far to greater than ever, so one more time, numb and fearless I walk through the row of thorns, piercing my skin, I take all the pain away from the one who couldn't feel, bouncing back, standing, pushing forward once more.