I saw the relief of an age in work,
Releasing the brides of liberty in a second;
Then the words of the spirit were entailing
A loss, of the proud beginnings and mutterings.
I saw a danger of the past in some triumph,
It won and lost like the wars of a strength,
Living according to the whims and tastes.
I saw a gun people pointed with their clever minds,
Feeding a frenzy that sustained a joy.
My freezing is for them, my summoning is for them,
As the seas depart from us with quickness,
And as the lands burden the lonely people.
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