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Poem

June 10, 2021
By Vievee1011 BRONZE, New York, New York
Vievee1011 BRONZE, New York, New York
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I was praying for revolution

When I tripped into this.

I was hoping for a change 

I should have seen 

That tragedy

Isn’t something you take advantage of

But I was too occupied

Watching the ruins of the past

seeing how people took advantage of it

Without catching the mistakes

In their actions

 

Me

watching

Without recognizing

The face of mischief

The face of trickery

The face,

I know it well by now.



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on Jun. 12 2021 at 8:12 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
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Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

uh... great title.