People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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I stumble in the darkness,
crying out for light. What
might I see if the lamps are
lighted? Glory or a blighted
landscape stretching onward
in the distance? If the sunrise
arrives, shall the blighted be
transformed? Return to the glory
of a lost city, some undiscovered
land. What really is my theme?
Can I tell me what I mean to say,
speaking of glory and of light? Or
is the sunset of all my hopes and
dreams remembered as triumphs?
To read my morning paper, ponder
life and the news which alters all.
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