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Jul 2016
Fear vanquished
hunger wished away
dreams tomorrow yesterday.

I spill legions of words on the wing,
birds
will sing quietly when I'm in full flow,
the wind a
cool element
pertinent to me when my words, set free, fly,

for safety's sake I take away freedoms
lest they become used as a gun

to keep happiness at bay I outlaw all laughter
all fun
I blot out the sun to blot out the time.


All this is mine

The tactics of heretics
and autocrats
politicians and democrats?

lunatics

we expected more.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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