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Aug 2019
Your red palms and ****** fingers
Brought me to these burning fields
Forests frozen in fiery sermons
Are we ever really truly ready
To be the people that we need to heal

(we'll see)

The powers that be
Be what they may
The main point being
To always agree to be
They claim that
To point the finger
Is the point which
They claim to make
So go on and point it
Far away from me
Blame is that way
The way is to blame
Thats what they say
And say what they may
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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