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Do you count it as confusion

To place concern in what does not concern you?

You helper, you.

In situations far beyond your meager attempts to comprehend

The wars of other futile men, do you think you have a light?

You searchlight, you.

Some brighter promise, intense in emotion, to save such fools as these from their

Belief? Their life’s purpose? Would a word from your lips command

The misbegotten to spit upon their own lives, to deny all they ever believed

You leader, you.

To at once come upon your TRUTH as you purvey it? As you had not lived

A moment as them, yet command from the point of peace you see as fervent

To chuckle the rage of generations to meager penance. Make light, make right and jovial

You gandhi, you.

To those who have forgotten such pleasure as this, and do not know it the same

For certainly your experience entitles you to go ahead, and siphon all funds

Why hesitate for any moment, reason, or cause? Such is the need of all funds

To be given to Rwanda.

Certainly,

Author's Note

I think we have problems in our concern. Our list of demands for life seem a bit misunderstood.

Reviews

[Jerrica Benton]

le sigh.

i have nothing constructive to say to this other than the hollow comment of "i liked it," without being able to list any real reason why.

[Boyd Johnson]

you poet, you.

and you said i was the poet. ha!