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Not the End

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Underneath, we still feel the pain

It’s like fire chewing on wood

Yet each morning we hide the flames

Acting unlike what we should

My home has been destroyed,

My priorities have been changed

My strength has been weakened

My worthiness has been exchanged

Still each morning we smile again

Disregarding all the pain

Because although my home is not a game

And my life is not a shame

I believe we all deserve peace

And this struggle needs to cease

I believe this is not the end

There’s no room to pretend

And there’s a need to defend

Ourselves, each other and humanity

protect our remaining sanity

alnod1@stolaf.edu