381: A Poem That Has Twenty-Three Lines, For No Particular Reason

Everybody knows
Power only grows
Someone needs to go
Tell them what you know
Eat the grapes of wrath
If you find the path
Never do the math
Deign to go so fast
Into power’s grasp
Dare to walk on past
Never hear a thing
Till you wake in spring
Know that they were waiting
In the dawn’s cold breaking
Listen to the birds
Learn from what they’ve heard
Heaven only knows
Inching through the rows
Maybe there’s a message
Something to be shown
Else it should be thrown
Left turned like a stone
Forbidden, and unknown


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