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Anonandon Aninandon Poem
In this field a man gave his life,
Not for glory nor country,
but for the safe of his wife.
Now flowers grow where his head lay last,
Doomed to then die when this season has past.
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Anonandon Aninandon Poem
A bee is an amazing and wonderful thing,
That is of course until it shows you it's sting,
And then it will die, as all things must end,
And now you will live on with this wound now to mend.
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Anonandon Aninandon Poem
If you could teach the world to sing, what song would they be singing?
From all the words that you could choose, what words would keep them thinking?
Allegories with apostrophes, similes or rhyming,
It matters not the tricks you use, our children keep on dying.
And day by day their numbers grow, helpless and in need.
With rolled up sleeves, a demand we make, and that is to be freed.
With political censorship the world could sing but the TV would not show
Then try as we like to sing together none of us would know.
For all you kin who hear my song its time to write your own....
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Anonandon Aninandon Poem
What a wondrous world we live in,
so much joy and love, yet also sin
like ants we are, aware in part
no-one knows all, not even in art
we all know of nothing that brings light to this dark
just a flash and a flicker to light but the start
the truth is not biased to be good or be bad
it knows not why, not knowing makes us sad
maybe one day it will happen by chance
so simple it will seem to an interest so advanced
just the light of truth, compassion and reason
we awaken the dawn of humankind
in an ageless new season
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