The Sirens Are Omnipresent Now - Poem by Desmond Blaine
i, who am the sky,
sound the call to arms.
the sirens are omnipresent now.
you sleep when you should not.
how silly of you.
explain to me
i beg that of you.
no answer will i ever get.
it was always so
and so will always be.
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