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"You must speak..."
"I can't..."
"You must, it's our only hope..."
"...hope."
I wondered around myself and found it difficult to see.
I wondered around yourselves and found it difficult to be.
It's safe to say I understand very little,
but what I'm told this is true in other such riddles.
nowhere to begin or end, no zen and no existence.
Chances and happenstances, epitaphs are broken soon no words are spoken.
I'll run away with myself and get married,
If that's what it's got to be, if they can't dig me.
Then who gives a sh** about my opportunities spent,
Or what the words really meant.
I'll crawl into a hole so deep that not a peep could eep from the murky depths beneath.
Now that's low...so I may have to go...
O.K. that was a joke,
theirs plenty of time to be dead,
without doing so in my head,
but it might be nice to take a bullet once or twice,
for the vice of knowing, the time and the season,
the rhymes and the reasons.
And the need is in us to believe that were better than one another.
Why even waist?
Why even bother?
Stop trying to uncover what separates us,
From one another, and another, and another, and another, and another.
People I see along the streets avert their eyes, we never meet.
It happens all the time, I walk away and I wonder why.
I'm OK..are you OK?
That's life...or so they say...
The ones who work to make us this way.
So let's put that book away to slip into a metaphor,
Like cryptic revelations sent from exiled shores.
Let my people go he said, as they pulled the trigger barrel to his head.
One last story before bed...
The one if you scream you could end up dead.
The one where if you love they put contraptions on your head expose you to your closest fears,
as you sign a confession drenched in proud tears.
Where your neighbor must remain a stranger or you'll both be in danger...
A grim fairy tail, making me pail, because our homes are our cells and it's death to rebel.
"Greed has poisoned men's souls - has barricaded the world with hate - has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.
The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in man - cries for universal brotherhood - for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world - millions of despairing men, women, and little children - victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say: 'Do not despair.' The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress."
O.K. that was a joke,
theirs plenty of time to be dead,
without doing so in my head,
but it might be nice to take a bullet once or twice,
for the vice of knowing, the time and the season,
the rhymes and the reasons.
And the need is in us to believe that were better than one another.
Why even waist?
Why even bother?
Stop trying to uncover what separates us,
From one another, and another, and another, and another, and another.
