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Seanbob34 / Read poetry
Solitary confinement of Mexican aliens in USA
I hear felicity, she is calling.
From my birth as is my right.
Ages past, time is stalling,
When black turns into white.
Areas here are grey you\'ll find,
Where your body and your mind will surely fall behind.
And in the ether here by choice or by some force,
Pays with ignorance diging, diging its nifaryous dirty hole at the foor of your steel door.
Bring to me the multitude.
Shake my firm outstretched right hand.
Distrust, received will not exclude,
On borders where we stand.
Sit and I will ponder.
The essence of your thoughts.
As they remark with blindness,
Eternal solitude in wisdom or so they\'ve sought.
We\'ll come to the understanding,
Below these lights so dim,
An eclesestial soul remains,
God\'s vanity of what once was him.
Yourself is not to blame,
Misinterpreted rules are all the same.
But please untie the knotted ropes,
That keep my hands tide up.
It\'s here discussed on slippery slopes,
Solutions thought enough.
And unlock the chains that makes men fall,
And crawl upon their knees.
For the answer for the multitudes of all,
Will never always please.
And the few who will not change.
Will walk as shadows on the worlds stage.
For if actors we are not,
Then animals in a forest of wildness and dirt is where we\'ve got gotten caught.
Utterly inplorable and wrought.
From day to day the spark gives it\'s,.it\'s order.
And the players pay with quarters.
When everything is a buck.
And everyone, and you and me will fnally run out of luck.