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Annotations of mis-co-ordinations of the latest military drone strike 
The fear when the children of Ukraine hear bomb raid sirens into the night 
What’s near when all that you can contain is silenced by your fright 
A seer blind in the conventional way and devoid of traditional visual sight 

Theolonius Monk riffing improvised scales on a grand old jazz piano 
Epicurious contemplating a synchronised critique of all that he has come to know 
A furious technique expressed in the boxing ring blow by Ali’s blow 
An injurious physique of the latest beautiful freak at a circus like old fashioned show

Can the organic sound of water from a third world well beginning to flow
Be as profound as a daughter telling her dying mother she does not want her to go?
Or do we go to ground forever lost in knowing that we did not give our goals the energy to positively flow?
Or let it resound that you’re risking growing as you constantly rediscover what you already know?

Entrails of misfortune linger behind the possibility of success
The tales of magic in my little finger as I spontaneously begin to regress
The sails that tragically forever linger as we remember you in death 
It pales emphatically as a singer uses her sorrow in order to express

A captive prisoner of your own imagination
A protractive envisioner of a revolutionary situation 
An exactive provisioner of a uniquely original contemplation 
The detractive perimeter of a highly sensitive operation 

We refrain from allowing media to express objective truth 
Despite the terrain from Wikipedia needing academically revised proof 
Inspite of the rain clouds from the greedier versions of the new generation of youth 
Ignite a reason to be proud of something that would otherwise remain uncouth 

I’ll reach out my shaking hand to embrace your strong and sturdy palm
While the teachers try to shout to the children about how to not cause their fellow students harm 
And preachers go about propagating their infusions of biblical interpretations to cause mass hysteria and alarm 
And seekers try to de-escalate the global confusion by advocating for a state of calm 

There’s no way forward without shedding the need to glorify the profane 
Let’s head toward a different world where we don’t quantify people by their fame 
I’m getting bored with all this constant need to advertise and self-promote your names
While the greed and reasons to freely vote are negated by the corrupt rules of the universal game
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz2024
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