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MATCH YOUR FIRE WITH WISDOM, CHILD
May never know
What sweet grace is
Look out
So many beautiful people
Have lived and given their all
So say somewhere
The sweet life must be found
These are delicate times
An edge to the anger
50 Years hence
The oppressed feel the urge
To return the crack of the whip
How to brutalize a soul
It may be illiteracy
It may be cruelty
But you can get burned
Tables turn
This day 2020
Blood runs cold
Primates for candidates
A human not among them
Match your fire
With wisdom child
Down in the hole
Apartment? Hah!
A hole, a tent, an overpass
A doorway, cardboard
A village, sleeping bags
A host of bones inside.
Make a move
Can see the time has come
And if fools don’t see
The youth will lead us to a good life
Based on individual liberty 200820.1