If a word could change your mind
Then humanities cries would break your heart
Yet so many words do we speak
But none do we mean
The sanctity of your reason
Has caged your sanity
And the war games of our nurseries
Are played out in city streets
A news-papered dog chews on putrid meat
Fly infested sewers flow beneath cancer eaten feet
And mundane love affairs are inflicted upon the sweet and innocent
They succumb to a pleasurable intent
Goaded by eyeless traditionalists who pursue their own particular bent
While the guiltless repent
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