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Apr 2015
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Rusted ole freight train

The hobo

Ain't

Got no

Way

To go home

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( and you , child ? )

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We are not afraid of what someone might
do to us

We are afraid because of what we know we are not allowed
to do for each other

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Hence we know :

AMERICA is a terrorist state



There is war

Not to fight a common enemy

But to make us enemies of each other

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We foolishly think we are having difficulties
in our desire to

Love and be loved

When the state itself is
making love

An impossibility

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We should ( by now )
Be seeing this clearly

••

Only the spirit

Released within us

By an act of

SUPREME WILL

fueled by

IMMACULATE UNDERSTANDING

Will right the incredible wrongs

Being perpetuated against us

//

To gather within the power of that Supreme Will

Is called

POETRY

//

Those who articulate that WILL

Are called

POETS

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the form is only here to hold the substance

Your beauty is here because

You are love
Written by
jeffrey robin
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