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Conditions that only accept crazy networks of society and numbers - a rhyming poem. |
| A rampant heartlessness bringing forth A truly consistent recklessness - God’s a victory, a magnetic north, Cleansing the beast of fecklessness… Leaders purport that a radical change Is a threat to one, and a goal of unity… A mortal cool, a revenge, how strange, Colliding as bros, with total impunity. Perhaps this help is worth a nod - A blessing evinced to stifle tragedy - Or a hated course, not needed, from God, Politicized with rage quite steady! Each side’s wanton ignoramus, Touched by a heart and a soul too deep, Are the doers of evil so infamous That pernicious policies shall vilely creep. A sense of calm, resilient grace, A look to God for certainty, Shall look us in some guiding place At a vision’s horrible efficacy… Perhaps one reason is, way too late, For the whole of America to live the dream. As cruising angels circulate A cool economic agenda supreme. |