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How we wander this life in grand blindness-falling in the arms of obscurity.

I can hear music playing-those gentle melodies
coming too late in life
and too mindful
where dancing in the street
is silenced by poverty and despair.
Equality for the offended
falls on deaf ears
and yet all poverty is naught but
an intangible dream deferred.
Somewhere there is a solution where
a litany of spirit
does not include
an everlasting deposit
neglected by broken promises
of Hitler’s true defamation.