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Jul 2014
It took countless generations,
of hit and miss,
**** and be killed,
to see of those of us who are skilled,
those of us who are
rather strong willed.

But now here we stand,
divided and confused,
feeling that we are privy to such want in life,
as we conquer through demand.

Yet we supply so little,
yes it's...rather quite a shame,
how our young boys and girls now grow to be
following the ones of fame,
and idolatry.

Girls will love boys,
with muscles and the hair,
boys will love girls,
for the curves and...elsewhere.

Far and few, are the days of chivalry,
no more products of our older generation,
where we strove for civility.

The children whip out their I phones
and I toys.
All about the I and not about the other.
They've even gone as far as to go insult their mothers!

Where has the time gone,
our generations of our past,
where the wars were fought,
so that our generations could last.

Now we fight them,
by picking senseless battles,
and we send our young dear children,
to feed our worn out dreams of yesterday,
as easy as slaughtering the cattle.

Gone are the days where the world stood still,
now we know it spins round and round,
where death and taxes are the toll,
and after that, comes the bill.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
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