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Feb 2010
The Madness of history gone,is sanity to our modern.Revolution does not come without -BloodBoundariesBreaking....A cage upon cage bearingthe changing calls barredin steel iron russian dolls.The madmen crying,chained,clinging, crapping,cutting..Aiai -We want.Aiai Aiai - We needAiai Aiai- We will......Yet the golden soiled sane, look on withnothing.Until the cage br-br-cracks.Convention stops,Changes.White to black,Rich to poor,Man to Citizen,Triangle pyramids of fruit and blossomescaping.Yet can I hear another mad man calling?Aiai-Aiai-Aiai!For madness will be tomorrow's sanity.........
Victoria Reese
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