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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It seems it was but a moment ago that we were born and grew into the world and yet ... there is a history here revealing all we have heard and seen, learned and sadly, unlearned. It is a history for a moment in time lapsed in our memories, forgotten to sleep in our dreams swayed and dismantled by our progression daunted by power, greed and the inhumanity that rises within us. We have lived remembering the aftermath of a Great World War the rise and fall of tyrants and dictators alluring us with false promises and lies. We have lived to see the heroes and heroines who spoke then silenced of humanity filled with hopes and dreams and promises for change, to be better than who we were. We have lived to hear the voices crying in the wilderness only to close them out, shut them down silence their realities in lieu of our own want and need. We have lived to taste the power of money and its greed to own and hold tight to things, possessions rather than dreams, the people around us. We have lived to touch the glitter of golden and silver-tongued liars that taunt and tease us into thinking only of ourselves living above, beyond, better than the rest of the world. We have lived to know and inhale the smell of more, its sweet aromas when more is too little, too much, too near, too far from the innocence in which we were born. Is this then the future, the modern, enlightened mankind? Still succumbing to the slavery of sex, drugs and lies forget the rock and roll, the music is more haunting, blinding, deafening, dulling who we were. We have lived but what does it mean to truly live, to be alive and lived well?
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