I find nothing but pride for what we have accomplished as a race but my heart lies in ruins for what we are doing as men. Lost dreams with no ambition torn homes with out a stitch of thread. Mother's doing the job of fathers and fathers not acting like men. Men acting like boys and boys wanting to be men, (but no where is there a leader), for our role models have all faded away, and we all feel the pain. But hide our faces like the makeup on a clown, moving from home to home, like City to city and show to show, with the world as our stage. But when the curtain falls who will take the bow, who would take the stage for all the damage that has been done and all the lives that have been ruined while the show must go on and our people fade away. Now our pain becomes a smile and our cries another war story, of the one who got away but in reality was saved, saved to live another day. Free from the destruction of her people remembering the men who hide their faces behind the makeup of a 🤡
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