You and I today they said,
we all must pay.
Silent we must be, of poets,
I would speak.
Not one shade of tenured man,
and common woman be.
Mental health and placed,
in on beneath their feet.
Is that a pill, eye's on,
made taking.
Put on a list worth making.
Some of U.S. observed.
Are you a learned Gnostic?
Do your dreams come true?
Dreams not explored by you.
Then our words cannot endure.
While violence,
does not serve a world.
That some have made turn blue.
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