The Dirt Heap
Is Everest tall,
Uneasy feelings
Fill,
...
Years ago,
Much before we were born,
Dedicating a poem to someone,
Was really, blowing their horn.
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Some poets think,
That because we scribble,
A few truths,
We can change the World.
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For thousands of years,
We try to fix the World,
A cut here, a kill there,
A lie here, a tyrant there,
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I'd like to eat peanuts,
And sip on French wine,
Then climb on Mt. Everest
And give Moon a Shine.
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I'm running out of themes and ideas,
Getting closer to empty piers,
Where Poetic Ships resist to come.
As life goes on and the World turns,
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Come with me,
Let us change the World,
With Poetry,
And you will see,
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Because,
Nothing's
Really fair nor just,
I cry my words,
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Those
That blindly believe
Political party lines and lies
Have had their souls apprehended,
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How often,
No matter how old we may be,
Do we think, 'things will change',
That some how, Hope can be arranged,
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Dreamers,
May be Fools
But they
Can change the world
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Love, Hate and Fate,
Three things, we cannot deviate!
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