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think i prayed last night.

silently.

like a child

from an underprivileged

class,

 

 

i lay there,

 

 

emblazoned in the maddening sadness,

spine all shrivelled, like charcoal, in restlessness,

and mind growing angrier in a blaze, as the

spiky bedspring, dug  

 

 

into oily-skin-of-back.

 

 

i saw through it all,

saw it all for the shallow sham

it was.    

the cheerless charade

it had become.  

 

 

 

right-wing cliques.

expressionless faces.

machine-gun-minds.

 

 

 

 

thought the Net

was designed to raise

intelligence?

 

 

 

 

think some,

may have missed

the memo . . .

Reviews

[white raven]

Beautiful, and true.

[...]

. what a brilliant piece of writing, monsieur ...
. so true ... and so revealing ...

[Dark Aeris]

I couldn't agree more.

Nicely worded.

[Melati]

Simple and very deep. I really like it very much, well done!

[Jaci]

I share these same thoughts hun. x.x.x.x.x.x.x