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the pied piper
of tower hamelin
once not

so long ago
on a mountain
by a plain

to a river
was a small
village

in which
there general
contentment

reigned
or feigned
irrelevant

invaded-
so many
mad hat

bored
and alone
surrounded

by haunted
pasts
out of

sepulchre
and ran
over

open gobbed
denizens
caved

past the
crucified
the indifferent

say what?!
over the babes
in their prams

enjoying
the early sun
past the cats

wondering
near on
the panicked

matron
whos eyes
are wild

by the idle
inebriated
the lovers

curl up in
bats
sat

on
the grass
run together

oh beady -
by!
come rats

hordes
many many
and more!

RATS!
screams
and carry on

so..
a purpose
a wave

who knows
no-one-
one

lone
voice
whispers

what´s to be
done?
I know

cried
a good man
we will call

an emergency
meeting
of the council

for they
they
have adopted

a noticeable
propriety
air

here to stay
hey ask
the mayor!?

we shall be saved
by democracy
lord

squeak
they had stilled
and carpeted

they shone
with a single
mal

watching
and aware
silent..