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Anarchy (Revised)

We often envision justice; but the destroyers of hope mock us openly And they bare the faces of so many; in a time without end. Yet in the deep recesses of our heart, we conceive ourselves as free; And on the inside we reel with satisfaction; but on the outside nothing shows. And somehow dissension always manifests its self slowly to the surface. Change now seems left to the hands of a power far beyond the efforts of man; And many who could but never will; see little chance for recovery. So we aspire to acquire features of comfort that distract the seemingly inevitable; And we beg even steal for our moments of blissful forgetfulness but; The ruthless hand of power is never satisfied; and we are but its beast of burden. Many as such are not of special lineage; Nor accredited as scholars; And a foreboding appears in the absence of light; And yet the flowers bloom around us; and the gardens emit their fragrances; And we the servants, serve without question; in hopes that all goes well We’re led and directed by those that life chose to grant control to; And we know these things but we refrain from any futile misgivings. We carry few delusions of fame or fortune.; And all in all it is but a bread and water menu. And if that’s all there is (say I); then why Don't we all just dance

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