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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sold Out Lilies. They are angels and goddesses well betrayed Their protégés so diverted by other matters , Their hearts led astray by the naivety of minds, And their hands moving rampant in their constant Confusion contained continuously in assured future Suffering ,and without respite or restraint or remorse . They are in millions and ubiquitous bearing their mystery, Taking their giant strides with their tiny feet unguarded , Wobbling without strength or stamina and skill to sway Tomorrow lights toward the destiny bosom as their Predestination continually poke at calamity's abode - Unknowingly tugging at the white grisly bear's paws. And many of the called leaders continue to practise Modern sorcery, jingoism and higher sophistry with Shocking impunity, with no slightest interest in that Little girl hawking water on that dangerous highways ; The teenage girl that died from abortion was just thirteen Has been raped by trust long before that four thugs will Defile her that lonely evening at the glare of guidance. A nation that delights in messing about with its children Enjoy holding its young ransom for whatever reason, Is devoid of wisdom, honour and decorum; an enemy Of that tomorrow and of nationhood for this duo's fate Hangs firmly on the vibrant and the purposeful young; But will tomorrow wait for the moment to congeal for direction.
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