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 Sep 2013 Turt
Micah Alex
Dear Me,

I Hope this reaches you in time,
Fifty years down the line,
I am not yet you but you are still me.

Is the future worth it?
Or is the world still where we left it?
Ambitions still bound, waiting to be set free?

Does India still cry out in pain?
Do her daughters still lie *****?
Is it the present unchanged?

Does violence still define our religions?
Worship places still soaked with the blood of the pious?
Is the present still the future unchanged?

I hope you don't regret me,
I promise I'll help You grow,
This is the generation I will change,
Lets lead this nation to heaven above!

I will strive today so that,
The poor, homeless and hungry,
Don't rot and die on every street, in every city.

Strive so that corruption is forgotten,
No penny is ever ill-gotten,
To lead this nation, into unity.

Let us stand as one,
The present and future,
India, Pledge today to shape the future right,
Just we visualise its glorious light.

Sincerely,
You.
A generation to change.
 Jul 2013 Turt
Tim Knight
Catch her before she lies,
twist her back over and tell her not to lie,
face her and plead with her not to lie,
forget what they said and listen to her lie,
hear her odes peppered with lies,
hear the static between her lies,
hear those terminal marks stop that lie.

Run for the terminal, wait to fly.
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