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In the realm of verses, a tale unfolds,
Of a white liberal man, his story bold.
With fury in his heart, a pen in hand,
He seeks a voice, in another's land.

In the corridors of discontent, he roams,
A seeker of solace, a borrower of poems.
His anger, a tempest, in verses portrayed,
Yet, in borrowed lines, his passion betrayed.

A pilferer of phrases, with motives unclear,
He snatches verses, fueled by his own fear.
In the stolen stanzas, a reflection of ire,
A liberal's angst, set ablaze like fire.

But poetry is more than borrowed ink,
It's the soul's resonance, the thoughts we think.
A plea for understanding, in every rhyme,
A canvas painted with the colors of time.

So, let us hope this poet finds his voice,
In original verses, where hearts rejoice.
For anger may guide, but empathy we need,
In the vast landscape of words, let understanding seed.