10/25/2019

I go on as the people walk on by
muttering musical melancholy
people claiming sides while they forget
to look up at what we share, the endless sky
might i forget to count my feathers.

Oh, how people claim sides,
thinking of how much better
they claim themselves to be
among their peers and their neighbours.

While in all of their idiocrasy
they fail to realize the shared democracy
no one single person is better by birth
but how their person is formed.

Might we go on a walk in a forest infested with blight?
what time would we go, or rather what time of night,
to forget and be blind to the plague
infesting the fauna and the beings
we trust with fright to carry our flight
to keep the wavering light a'burning.

It doesn't matter to me,
whether you look up at the weather
or realize the real reality in front of your eyes
stay blind, stay unable to look past your mind.
Does it hurt? Oh yes it does.

Being unable to aid is a sense of dread
unable to be put to bed
may you not be so full of yourself one day
to realize the cruelty wrought upon
the phrases that you bring yourself to say.

(last one for today. i do not want to spam.)

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