shimon weinroth Poems

And I walked into the valley
Of Grim, fearful and troubled
Till I heard the voice of Hector
Prince of Troy, defender and hero
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I see misery of others
Hear the cry of hunger, feel their pain
Smell their fears, sit by and watch
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In the school there is a desk
And chair for everyone there
Blackboard and chalk to teach you to talk
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I'll do it if,
is blackmail
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Living in the shadow of
the form is lost
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it's mine and only mine
has dispossessed
all the rest
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Illusions cost some
self-deception
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in the event of nothing
most things become important
for, the world of trivia
ascends the throne of sublime
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a deck of thoughts
shuffled
produces a different
sequence of talk
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all the suns of all the universes,
can not, one thought put together,
yet the most known name,
after God is Coca Cola
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