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  • Are tears the involuntary surrender
    That punctuate the end
    Of a hopeless battle?

    Is the shaking, the violent shaking
    The traitorous language
    That betrayed our position?

    Is the dullness, the unfeeling dullness
    The defeated infantry
    Shamed as cowards?

    Is the fury, the vengeful fury
    The lust for war
    That restores our pride?


    There is no shame
    In exploring the brainspaces
    That trigger our cries.

    No pride is lost
    In revealing an anger
    That punctures the heart

    When tides rip through our personhood
    We cry and shake and contemplate
    Because we are human.

    Bravely, human.
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