We don't know what we've got till it's gone,
We don't know about life till it's wrong,
Shafted by inmeasurable doubts,
We crash shifty into the cracked dawn.
Sifted grails, nuggets of slime,
Rusted nails, muggers of rhyme.
Unholy promises, leaches allied,
Neon fireflys, miseries cried.
Shielded baton, Molotov roulette,
Sanctioned song, undercover pet.
The liberated heed the lessons of the past,
And make swiftly for the rediscovered raft.
They abide by common decency,
relinquishing aggression and theft.
No free man can be commanded,
Nor have public or private harm granted.
We thrive with patient acceptance,
Ever aware of powers slanted.
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This is as it is and no more.. yet,
Create bright passion, rumbling.
LT
