I think,
Poetry brings out
The best in us.
It's remarkable
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The artistic call
Is deep and matters,
All barriers bold
It sweeps and shatters
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Anyone who works for good,
Should be commended,
And their time on Earth
Extended,
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When violence you preach
Violence you get,
Poison that is planted,
Is a crop you will regret.
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I love to plant words,
And see if they grow,
In the hearts of others,
I don't even know.
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Evil is rewarded,
And Goodness,
Strangled back
What kind of World
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I will try to find your shadow,
When the sundial comes alive,
And I'll search all far and narrow,
Till all Light becomes divine,
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Flowing in the clouds of time,
Thru skies not very blue,
Lost among the endless stars,
Thoughts bring me back to you.
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What, Who can we trust today?
Nothing, Nobody, I must say,
You can't trust your food,
Water or air, prices or builders,
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I still haven't been able,
To figure out,
Does the poem own the poet?
His feelings and his doubts,
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