Credence Clash
A poem

Credence Clash a Poem
I’m grappling with the establishment the norms in place… the crass management.
Like, who can decide the credence of time, the splitting of souls, faith in the sublime?
Who gets a say in ideology?
Why should one prosper while others have need?
What is the truth, and who gets to own it?
Have we no shame for the pain that we omit?
In this world full of gray so much black and white, it’s no longer how… but how is this right?
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