The machine
The war on stupidity
Hears no order of ceasefire
Entering into the picture.
Man and his brutal history
Are the building blocks
Children are taught to dance on.
His monuments are silent but
I hear the moan of ruins.
Never before or too late,
Ending is the song too.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-02-12 at 19:38
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