Sunday, July 14, 2013


Have you been hungry, known some pain?
Would you crown love, and let it reign?
Why, would you travel
in their shoes
would you be open, to their boos?
Would, then, the kingdom be regained
From those that fought, and shan't be named?
Lift those who weep, and pray for rest,
those who have withstood heaven's test:
it tries to give the answers first -
the questions, then: it's in reverse.
And what's the harm in breaking fast
when every meal could be your last?
Those on a knife's serrated edge,
who make their bets, and some who hedge,
who'll slice an apple, blinking twice,
who'll live, and seize the day: arise!

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