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Lately, I've been watching with the crows
The hustle of time as money
The crushing of violence with violent blows
The terror in the wallets of those who feel they own
What deeper pockets put on loan

Like a sickness we can't throw
We are both victim and tosser of stone

In many ways my mind has been closed
To the cries of those who have been wronged
To the kings lying in their beds
To the very heart inside myself
Pleading to bridge the cleft

Like a riddle I can't solve
I am both angry and in awe

So, I pose this question my Dear Old Friend
If not now, then when?