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The Stand The mirror panel and its view Look across reflected news Its wishes wasted on imaged man And things are done over again Its channeled windows cold embrace What else is for this human race Man wastes himself and then moves on Never renewing in mournings dawn Mirrors connect in unseen links Through narrow tunnels refections slink Man's past bounces off dim dank walls Answers not to enlightened calls Man's demise is well at hand Leading on past promised lands Man's message is scribbled blind and read aloud from a stop sign I will no longer feel because no one notices I will no longer fear because no one is brave I will no longer write because no one talks I will no longer stand because no one walks I will not longer vote because none have worth |
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