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Good old fashioned wisdom is dead
its been devoured by mental reflex
lack of impulse control and hate
tongues are no longer instruments 
of intellect and understanding
but are being used as sledgehammers
of ignorance -crushing differences of opinion
no more handshakes or healthy debates
only busted knuckles and AK47s-

Only a holy man can pull us from 
the sphincter of ourselves
but I see none that fit the bill
only charlatans.. 
those with satin throats 
and granite hearts
bathing in collection plates
suckling the teat of mayhem

Holy man if you do exist
the time is now to
come forward 
do something miraculous
leave no doubt in our minds
of your existence
come to us in a
global vision
or effigy in a cup of tea.
let us have a glimpse of
the timelessness of hope and heaven..
Holy man please come forward
strike down these many devils
spare the good people 
they are desperate and weep loneliness

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