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So much sorrow wanders through this world as it's burned,
Like a sweeping wave he wanders the scorned,
The woe feeds the tears of unjustly exiled,
The schools controlled and set rank and file,
The poor who fear lack food,
The false Narative of normal behavior forced as truth,
To blind hinder and put down the youth,

So why is it that a piper is given reign,
As at least the pied gave a service,
While he brings shame,
A false lord on earth a fake prophet of dis,
Why except a tyrant who dishoners veterans honor,
Who brings on false controversy to hide terror,
Who holds himself above any law to abide,
In a country where so many fled to for new barrier,
Of those who had to break free from tyranny,

So why did so many before have to bleed,
Just for a ego puffed up with un earned pride,
The wave rolls over the country in sheets,
But he should remember tyrants are usually disposed of by peers,
With no success to boast,
No power can be held,
And people rise up to unravel the shell,
The world will chew on those who believe they are omnipotent,
Because she smiles to see them gone hell bent,

For if no legacy is held look at those before,
Power begits power even if held until death,
Then watch as they pick your bones and smile,
Scrooge sees that people even revel in his death,

So watch for those futures where promise isn't met,

For there is more sorrow in this world then tears can be wept,

Simple the man pulled around by the world and just does his duties,
But anger the mass and bring on fury,
People used by aid and privledge don't understand the savagery that comes by breaking system,

The founders rebelled and through tea,
For tax given to the elite,
So watch the world reset again
As daoist have said bring force to your people,
It will return...

Bring horror and separation,
Enemies will be returned,

For the youth brought through strife,
Usually are those who feign allegiance and bring to your back a knife,

The ripples of time are like a still lake at night,
Drop a rock in bring disturbance,
It's short lived,
Ripples wave out causing the lake to shudder,
Underneath the fish flee and the bottom sediment is forced to rise up...

But then that rock sits at the bottom just as still as the lake,
Dead still the return comes back to nothing,
The ripples stretch barely out until shore,
Maybe the last fly to the future in the middle,

But you will be like your so called heroes,
Andrew Jackson for a trail of sorrow,
But in 1812 he at least had been an amazing warrior,
His legacy is felt more by tragedy he ushered,

What kind of man shows Charlie Chaplan words in great dictator,
Besides the poorest of souls man has spawned,
Machine men with machine hearts,

Diogenes grins with words so great,
Your bones in mass look the same king criminal competant man or Saint,
What you leave is a scorched world torn apart failed for your neighbors your own people,

I may be a hermit damaged at best,
Laughing at the cycle of life,
In the halls of fans of universes repeating unseen I laugh at this crazy test as a human being...

What laws will crumble with time,
What cities we dig up and what happens to the shrines,
In a hundred years you'll be a lesson,
In a thousand you'll be a myth,
And in a million you'll be swallowed and gone,

So if your goal eventually is a name to disappear just like us all,
Then feel the irony that otzi the murdered hunter is the oldest proved story,
But none of us know why?
What happened?
We don't even know the story,

So act kindly in life or it will return you to mystery...
The high kings building great tombs sit under glass far from home in glass displays,
Right next to the commoners goods and tools what does that say...

We are food for the earth we are gone our carbon will be propped up by new life on shelves and tables,
So make lifes noble pursuit to be greater,
Not some pissing match of Victorian nobles under tables,
A game you and Eipstein surely would favor,
Most likely with those who can't legally labor...

I don't know if that's valid with truth hidden away,
But I wonder what Stormy or the others legally held silent,
Would say about the emporer's new clothes,
Nothing new just the same old fear loving tyrant...

So far away they sing you to silence,
Just feel those chains weighing you down how long are yours I truly wonder
...

Sean Stutzman