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May 2014
Do you think there's limits to our love?
"Borders that mankind lays down
aren't seen from high above."
People feeling they've been left behind,
waking from their broken dreams -
another daily grind.
When all they've ever known feels like a lie.
Something that stirs in their hearts,
is waking in their minds.
Waking to the ******* and the greed.
The faceless ones in Ivory towers,
what do they really need?
All our energy
our time,
and all our dreams.
To turn the cogs
to turn the screws
of their well oiled machines.

I sometimes really wonder?
just what it is they dream.
Peter Cullen
Written by
Peter Cullen  Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)   
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