she says ¡®this species doesn¡¯t know itself,
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it stamps around like an arrogant child,
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tiny, lonely and rarely humble in our miniscule perspective,
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swilling in a self assured perception,
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much of which is flawed,
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and most of which could be improved on,
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amazingly we¡¯re still hoping, amazingly we¡¯re still hoping.
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and underneath we¡¯re writhing, as hopeless fights with dreaming, as pointless tackles vision, as focus dilutes screaming
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the men are still all squabbling,
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like hyenas on a carcass,
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while science cries a blind spot, they still shit in every corner, drunk on definition, of stagnant lack of vision,
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responsibility avoided,
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justified by faulty reason, made up while on the playground
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and lollypop rewarded like a tv cowboy coup,
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and underneath.....
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amazingly we¡¯re still hoping
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for various and sundry,
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suprisingly still faithful, displayed collective longing
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for peaceful and fulfillment, for practical and useful,
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collective loving kindness, the paths and how to get there, existential beyond messianic
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where everyone's a profit and ignorance is cured
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and underneath....
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Pointless Tackles Vision
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| Sheila Nicholls |
