Leonard Taormina Poet I do not know?

The Watching Eye

In the pool of giving, man will throw his pennies
Displying for those who record such entries'
He regrets that in this land of plenty;
we must sacrifice the few for the good of many.
  The watcher knows of mans intrusions;
  And his propensity for God like absolutions.
   He has seen the indulgences of mans conclusions;
   That he stealthily hides behind illusions.
In the name of freedom come the plans;
For the good of all of man.
But it's catch as catch some can;
And forget where we began.
    Perpetually in awe, to his mind the watcher draws;
    As if seeing in a crystal ball, he knows that man could surely fall.
    In illuminated halls, he records the injustice of it all;
    It is then he does recall, still on hands and knees man crawels

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