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Fragile tiny child of a prayer

Curling up ( shivering ) in the dark

//

Within the twisted logic

Of a nation's disease

//

//

Even the lovers reek of greed

//

( Even the lovers ! )

•

My hour has come

//

Like a dog ( to be " put down " )

like pages from old newspapers

Blowing into the **** stink of alleyways

With all the other dead dreams

//

Gentle breath

Coughing up the poisons from lifeless air

Walking thru the haze of the political despair

The dying masses

(The extermination so well on its way )

//

Fragile

( I am )

Yet

( In my own begotten way )

Still here

//

The fragile child and I

In the fragile morning come

//

I hear the universal whisper in my head

THANKS PAL

is what it says

//

I hold the child by the hand

& say

//

THANKS TO YOU    TOO

FATHER OF MAN