My thoughts defy me still.
There is the stage........
An absolute authority stand by me.
Plague!
I am so disenchanted with the rain.
It moves more to perplex me.
I gain by population. But not with creatures
Who pour their fuel into a machine.
No!
These are weapons: these poor arms
That lie on a pauper.
poverty and desecration, lie for me.
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Author:
michael h moore (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the misuse of money. It is about the reliance on machines which i think can be a negative. The first line refers to my own thoughts defying me not as an individual but as a member of the human race and so is a reference to most people having similar needs and principles.
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