I FLEE THE COUNTRY

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I flee the country, fleeing from anger,
Eastward, remorse shadowed my stride.
Westward, a crowd surged in the distance,
A sea of faces chasing me far and wide.

Police cars wailed, their sirens screaming,
Hunting me like a storm unleashed.
A storm that tore the nation asunder,
I held my head as tears begged to be released.

I thirsted for joy, for solace, for peace,
But my thirst burned like desert sands.
Parched with guilt, my spirit faltered,
An enemy scorned by my own homeland.

Yet, the sun rose casting light on change,
I cast away crime, embraced repentance.
Renewed, I became a force for good, 
Turning the page to find redemption’s essence.

©Author Brian Makara, 2025.

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