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The 'Broken' - Hinting Escalation

The ‘Broken’ - Hinting Escalation

 

     Are there any moments in ‘apology,’

that replace the ones lost to lies?

     How sincerity doth bare witness to her

form when between worlds of clever crimes and,

     is it a human understanding,

                                              at all?

 

     There are objectives to achieve and

there are no age restrictions upon our necessity

of importance; children, are but a means to an end;-

     are there, any moments in apology that

replace the ones lost to lies?

 

     Sleepy Hollow sits in every towns address,

and every town has tunnels beneath her empty shops -

          but never tell the children for,

               they are of ‘little importance’ as between

worlds, they are ‘nothing’ of human understanding

     where clever crimes are needed.

 

     A crime has been co…….permitted,

but the child was never asked?’

 

2.

 

     I have within my palm five seeds of beans,

I could plant them with enthusiasm – knowing of

jacks wonderful adventures,

     I would take my baby bro above the clouds

and have he steal a golden harp while I bait the

giant with my cunning and my stealth but,

     my baby bro is just an infant ‘never’ knowing and,

          are there any moments in ‘apology,’

that replace the ones lost to lies?

 

3.

 

     I am here now sat -

beneath a rope made of green that has grown

high beyond the clouds,

     I have my sword and shield to hand -

should battle be before my fake of quest

     to nourish a chalice known as purse,

 

          such purse has long since asked but even longer,

my important expression of ego that deems

     a worthy man that succeeds a grit of life,

          I am such Man, I am my own man that

will leave my infant brother here to play upon the sand and,

                     ‘I am such greatness not to put he at risk at all.’

 

          Are there any moments in ‘apology,’

                    that replace the ones lost to lies?

 

Michael J Waite 3rd of December 2022. Dedicated to Simon John Robinson (‘our kid’).

 

 

◄ Oh to be in Africa, where smiles are Real and still, Our Sun

Nina Simone ►

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