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The world cries out for justice clear, For broken systems ruled by fear. Yet change won't come from noise alone— It sprouts from seeds that we have sown. Not titles held, nor claims we boast, Nor empty words we love the most, But what we build, create, and give— These mark the way we truly live. The time has come to shift our lens, To judge not merely means or ends, But weigh the fruit that branches bear— The truth lies plainly waiting there. Did hands bring peace or sow deceit? Did words bring life or just repeat? No mask can hide a barren tree, Its roots reveal what we don’t see. So let us start with honest eyes, And measure worth by what applies. Not promises, but action shown— By fruits, not talk, shall all be known.
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Honesty is Strange

No secrets rest between us two,  
No tales to twist, no lies to skew.  
In stolen time, in quiet nights,  
Truth flickers under dim-lit lights.  

She tells me all—no shame, no guise,  
No need for soft, well-practiced lies.  
Her love for him, her doubts, her schemes,  
Her whispered hopes, her shattered dreams.  

And I, no better, play my role,  
No claim upon her heart or soul.  
Just two thieves in a stolen dance,  
Bound by truth, not by romance.  

For honesty is strange, you see,  
When love is lost in secrecy.  
What’s his stays his, what’s mine stays mine,  
Yet here, no walls, no need to blind.  

A twisted trust, a bond so true,  
She tells me things he never knew.  
For when you steal, when you deceive,  
You trust the one who dares to thieve.

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