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Somewhere on this pretty planet,
	There is a heart made of granite,
Indignation its pulse would take,
	The soul’s machine fear'd trust too fake.

On righteous wings glory’s noose,
	Hangs the head of war’s best muse,
Her eyes befit the worst of times,
	The look, the stare defies all rhymes.

Reaching into forgotten tales,
	History chose armored males,
Dusty tomes on hidden shelves,
	Books in tongues for tiny elves.

Here’s to He who broke the bread,
	A promise too many came instead,
Land so fertile flowers swooned,
	Food to heal the people’s wound.

Abundance wreaks what dreams deny,
	Riches breach thy neighbors cry,
Winds begin like soft whispers pass,
	Fear the tempest that might amass.

No one heard the approaching storm,
	The blind saw not the eyeless worm,
Man’s great cities it came to breed,
	A pathos so hungry it began to feed. 

The poor of mind hailed this time, 
	Its witless soldiers stuck in crime,
But this was no Christian phase,
	Powerful waves, everyone pays.

Morning took hold, the sky was dark,
	The bow was bent and knew its mark,
A book of facts, a thousand lies,
	Verse so deep frozen beauty cries.

With thunder’s yoke rains wash took hold,
	On tides ebbed out went all once old,
Upon spring flowers hope took turn, 
	Lime and ashes make death’s love yearn.

Once the deluge heavy airs broke,
	Weeds and vermin went with a stroke,
Poison and bile, cancers two friends,
	Fell to the grounds hungry amends.

Trees laughed loud and grew their hair,
	Opulent green color’d the air,
The crowds were gone, the coast was clear,
	Butterfly songs for all to hear.

Know you man’s hopeless devices,
	Always waiting for a crisis,
To stick a sword in another’s heart,
	Man’s most pathetic lost dead art.

Wolves and tigers follow no rules,
	Never betting on prudish tools,
Blaming not the world as given,
	Their jaws obey love’s laws arisen. 

Eons ago a vow was made,
	Years before words lost to trade,
The path before you poets know,
	Only your heart can make life glow.

Pointed fingers hide three blind mice,
	Beware of crowds and mob’s advice,
J’accuse writ large holds guilt away,
	Thumbs up to She who holds her sway.
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