There's a wretch'd soul
out in the cold
Homeless and with no place
of abode
A white angel comes but
says hello. . .
So the street kid pleads to
man and anchor's hope on
the being above.
He says: Let us be bad in the dark,
men sad and god glad!
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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