Few these days awakening,
To face facts they had ignored.
Should expect a fast track,
With reality and the truth of it...
Sat at their door.
Awaiting to be invited into their minds.
Patiently and tolerant.
That a time wasted has stopped to continue.
For those asleep can now explore.
These are not those days,
When days to have passed...
Seem to last with them unchanged.
Leaving the ones claiming,
They will remain the same defying reality.
As if moving to deny progress,
Can be successfully achieved...
Believing protesting against it,
Saves their deluded lives to protect.
These days of facts produced,
Does not include reduced mentalities.
Hoping to repeat revolving limitations!
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