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Shhh, people sleeping.

The gentle coo of ignorance

Mcc.1111by robert mccolley08 May 2014

Can there be none/
That reach for the end/
Prophecy to remind us/
That beauty is an illusion/
A walk through the park/
Flowers being peddled/
Clouds being smoked/
Feet being worn/
Lives broken in/
Can there be someone/
A martyr perhaps/
Waiting his turn/
Within the tides to come/
Currents washing calmly/
Rising to panic/
To drowned/
Those that may foil/
A grand scheme/
From time immemorial/
The page was wrought/
And now cultivated/
We will all suffer the reap.

- RAmccolley (c) 2014