But who would not drown?
Happily,
In her fantastic waves.
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There once was a fairy,
That suddenly disappeared,And now it is scary,There’s no hope for Mary,Anywhere in our Sphere,We have all been,Brainwashed and sheered.
The joy to look up at the sky,
Whatever is that poets do,But that gives me no great content,For I know not where freedom went,It seems that violence and deep lies,Have taken over all that slides,Right into oceans of despair,And no one really seems to care,Our world divided into partsWhile Fools keep pushing crooked carts.
This Country saved my life,
I will not let it die,And just stand by,I will defend our Liberty,That perfect Human right,That tyrants crush on sight.Our words will be our sword,With Truth we will go forth,Once Liberty is lost,The road to Hell is crossed.
A Poet,
That knows that Life,Is really, not what it seems.
Like children,
And Want!And once we Have,We destroyThat,That gave usWhat we wantedAnd thoughtWe could not have.Eternal paradoxesAre we,More and moreIrrational,And therefore,Much less free.
Thru my hands,
As gamingTreasure,Words, I playIn a most,PleasurableAnd curiousWay,They becomeWhat I thinkWhat I feelWhat I writeAnd what I say,Word games,As companyI play,Sudden flings,Inner ringsOf feelingsKeeping me alive,In spite of everything.