Through My Eyes
Some think of me as waste of space -
They cast a glance, then turn to face
the screen. They watch the mighty mace
bring down another one.
Since when, oh ‘savvy’ human race,
was killing sought for fun?
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I’ve seen them smile, I’ve seen them tear
I rev their heartbeats as they near
engrossing ends.. as what they fear
does come, I have to beam -
They know my folks they fight and dear -
They are not what they seem!
Some couldn’t care less - They fold and tear my pages,
while others try and save for me their hard-earned daily wages…
Burns Stanza
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