Fissure's War - Poem by Mr. Maran
i plead it's absolution,
We scream it's damnification.
What's just is never what's right, or what is.
So what is a need by a want or desire? i ask
'Not a need @ all. Minuscule - Frivolous.'
We yell once more,
'NOT A NEED @ ALL! '
The voice of anger, the words of reason.
All too often mingling w.resent & sorrow.
We're smarter now
A murmur to the winds may travel the distance but fall dubious on ones eye.
Hear Us. Hear Us well. Find the Crux. ..a Nub
Know of it not?
Become accute, acquaint.
Is not for sale.
Is not for expatriation,
is not fo...
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