life and death

bless the new born

cry

at the death

of those

them who

were at the wrong place

at the wrong time

public

spectrums

to muse

and dance

to the music

the piper is pan

logic

paying’

in blood

in the name of their god

which

is a deity

unknown

to me

and most of us

pelted

by the polarities

of this instant karmatic

society

a community

of none

so much

as to cry

in fear

the fetid

tear

stains

the glory

of the miracle

of and to which

is life

a miracle

despite

the strife!

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