People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Sweetly sing the sirens calling you
into deep darkness, the cavernous,
wound labyrinth, you solve daily.
Little more than rats in a lab; it’s
only way you know to eat, to feed
those closest to you, if only food.
Where are the thoughts of escape?
Have they dimmed and dies as you
have aged, lost your plasticity, your
quick reflexes, replete or defeated?
You listen for songs your children
and grandchildren sing and if lucky
you can sigh and say, “I know that
tune. I sang it once when younger.”
Oh, I so hope it is not a song of loss,
confusion, dissolution. a song of pain
and sorrow. Though some must sing
them. Difficult to know in that time
that you have and will sing joyous
songs again and sing both together.




