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The animals live as they
are adapted to live, but never more.
They are primitive. Without free thought,
without art and culture,
without clothing. The trees give shade
and shelter to the animals
by Ariel Douglas (19 October 2014)
You know that something's wrong,
You've known it all along.
You're searching and searching,
Falling, tripping, lurching,
The rose that is weak and witheredIt falls and sulks and shrinksAfter rain, it drags itself to the sunAnd the rose flourishes vibrantly The rose that returns every yearIt has been through dark, harsh weatherIt survives the many beasts who try to
Please don’t refer to us as “batches”
y’know, like prototype after prototype after prototype
we didn’t ask to be struck and burned out like matches
and while you wait for the time we’re ripe,
The heart beats to that of a mind
In time I shall wait for you
But that's of a different kind
In which we'll finally live that of a life we were meant to
Listlessly waiting for a love that was never mine
Back in the ‘60’s the movement began
From Memphis to Selma the freedom trains ran
Rallies and demos the fires did fan
As civil rights came into focus
America
Land of the Free, Home of the Brave,
The Land of the Depraved and Enslaved
Where voting is a universal right fought for by centuries of plight
