Outcomes
There is a price to pay for peace:
Don't look surprised in sure unease.
There is a mode to curse and swear:
An empty node hurls noisy airs.
There is a mood that flings shock waves:
Is freedom good for fool and knave?
There is a time when space feeds clowns:
Such smelly chimes that bring things down.
Leon Enriquez
10 September 2015
Singapore
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