The White ChapterRobbed of life
Sealed with unrelenting grip
Incapacitated by apathy
Unable to do anything
Unable to be
The color of dry
In stark sarcasm to its nature
Smirking at our hope for the future
Hope for a better world
How do we know?
For all that is seen
Is the wind
Blowing away the white powder
That was unable
Unable to cling to family
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