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The animated mystery Inside every sunset and crescent moon An optimistic journey While the shadowed silhouette Covers an empty spoon In the cradle’s motion Destiny is determined for the chosen few And to what devotion Or earthly friend Can the poor turn to? Living below the surface Of human consciousness and material worth With no political office To end hopelessness On this mean earth Nothing but misery And alienation covers their injured minds Caring is a political primary With insincere oration Leading the blind No law of value Can nurture a child or free it’s mother No white statue Of truth defiled Will care for another Groomed for a process Ruthlessness assumes advantage gained It is through applied duress And forced subordination That wealth be obtained Scorned at birth Exploited and discarded under a cross Venturing forth With faith to depend On an ancient promise With grace upon them And love showers as never before The masses of poverty Of whom you never knew Are free of your violent war
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
Beyond Everything
The animated mystery Inside every sunset and crescent moon An optimistic journey While the shadowed silhouette Covers an empty spoon In the cradle’s motion Destiny is determined for the chosen few And to what devotion Or earthly friend Can the poor turn to? Living below the surface Of human consciousness and material worth With no political office To end hopelessness On this mean earth Nothing but misery And alienation covers their injured minds Caring is a political primary With insincere oration Leading the blind No law of value Can nurture a child or free it’s mother No white statue Of truth defiled Will care for another Groomed for a process Ruthlessness assumes advantage gained It is through applied duress And forced subordination That wealth be obtained Scorned at birth Exploited and discarded under a cross Venturing forth With faith to depend On an ancient promise With grace upon them And love showers as never before The masses of poverty Of whom you never knew Are free of your violent war
mark-lecuona
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
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