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They're never with the perfume, but where the winds need change. They're the first ones past the body that lays face down in the drains. The words they seek come to them from the tears that fall for naught. They don't need a crystal ball for their pictures always bought in the teeming slums and cities, where money turns it's face if the misery comes too close, then money finds another place. If the crying gets too loud then the deaf will rule them all. The only time we hear their message if it's written on the wall. The prophets they are poor, that's why they see it all. That's why we read it all in their writings on the wall. Behind the fortress lives the power, controlling what life should expect. Elected by the mercenary gun that demands complete respect. Opponents stand up to be counted in sights of the rifle bore. If you speak the message, then you'll be hunted for. The prophet he knows better than to stand there in the forward. He believes he can do better with the pen than with the sword. So when there's blood stained victims, comes the cameras for T.V.'s. Sometimes he'll read his message on the television screens. Freedoms always been the dream of every man. Sometimes his only freedom is the words he's written down. The prophets they are poor, that's why they see it all. That's why we read it all in their writings on the wall. The prophets they are poor, that's why they see it all. That's why we read it all in their writings on the wall.

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Date: 11/29/2020 6:08:00 PM
A great write, Lindsay. The writing is on the wall. Wishing you a wonderful week :)
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 12/4/2020 5:13:00 PM
Hello Angela ... thank you for commenting and I trust you are preparing for Christmas. Please stay safe though Angela - Lindsay
Date: 11/24/2020 5:20:00 PM
Always a great read from your pen, Lindsay. Great poetry! Hope all is well my friend.. Charlie
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Date: 12/4/2020 5:10:00 PM
Hello charles ... thanks again for reading and commenting. It's just on 40 days now without a single covid case in the state of Victoria where I live but a lot of social sacrifice was made - thanks charles - Lindsay
Date: 11/23/2020 10:57:00 AM
Prophets have never been esteemed as much as profits! Aloha! (oh, gee, poor me! The captcha code is 666!) Rico
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Date: 12/4/2020 5:07:00 PM
G'day Rico ... correct Rico, for nothing can hold back the tide of greed. Humanity is out to destroy everything before destroying itself - catch you soon Rico - Lindsay
Date: 11/23/2020 9:13:00 AM
Brilliant ending... Wise words from your pen
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 12/4/2020 3:31:00 PM
Hello Silent One ... thank you for your compliment here SO - Lindsay
Date: 11/22/2020 3:41:00 PM
You have taken us on a glorious journey in this poem.
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Date: 12/4/2020 3:29:00 PM
Hello Caren ... the old adage; the pen is mightier than the sword does come into it. Thanks for commenting Caren - Lindsay