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Revolution
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innocence Now the broken glasses shatter
into smaller pieces here
the pained shadows that are
mundane to be there
And the voices often holler
as loud as they can
looking for a scholar
to lead them away
from the man
The storm cycles inwards
more every time
the waters look dangerous
we have yet to know the signs
For the men are all working
and the women are working too
and the children are sleeping
who is there to point to?
The world is round and deep
narrow, perilous and steep.
And I glance at it and weep
I glance at it and weep
I glance and I weep.
