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Checks & Balances
Wouldn't
you trade
to see skylines the same, to
look at yourself from a
plain point of view? Who
listened to those screams
come whispering out? Who
broke those hearts bodies souls
where'd
they all go?
Chaotic
yet patriotic
lambs
of humanity in a
sea
of shining
metallic
deceit.
Nations
of angels now give aid,
funds
for a mass-occurring
masochistic
raid, thoughts are
mirrored
all appalled,
predictions
from lying lips do fall.
Which
door opened for them all?
Do
they wish they could
follow
waves of mini flags,
watch
TV until their minds went black,
save
magazines for looking back?
It's
so well-being-human,
only
reaching for others
when
they can't reach back.
Sarah
Lane
9/17/01
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