Conor Phelan Poems

On his shelf there are many books,
Some he has read, some he has not.
Few on love, many on battles fought.
Stashed away in this little nook.
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Over his heart he wore a suit,
Double breasted and dapper.
Underneath he wore a white shirt
That the world but him was blind to.
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It stood on it's stand,
The light reflecting
Strings, polished by cloth
Lovingly in hand.
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Who are You to give us orders?
How we should live, how we should be.
You have given us nothing, see
If belief can change us, borders
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