- Poem by Maq Masi
This poverty, this endless despair,
A life so broken, beyond repair.
What’s left to hold in this fleeting world,
Where dreams are crushed, and hopes unfurled?
To live each day as if to die,
To die each day with a weary sigh.
Bound by chains of grief and strife,
What meaning lies in this fragile life?
Yet perhaps a dawn will break someday,
Where shadows fade and light will stay.
But for now, this burdened fight,
Carries on through the endless night.
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