And if reverence lies in beards
And forever it should be
That we shall dwell long with our beer
For it is our sanctity
A healer to our bleeding hearts
Our escape from the gas of this world
Then our silent suffering and toil
Shall be nothing, but duff.
For no light is left of us
As man's mind has become dross
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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