There’s a Wall that ain’t buttress trust,
A Street where woke liberals rust;
Journal in which both inscribe,
As indoctrinated to promote when high.
As high as one can go & touch the
sky,
Aren’t alone in world that shops sells;
Look east or west like moving hands on
cue ball,
Generations erected by misusing alarm
bells.
And rang where when none was stuck,
Nor struck; But sheltered island ->
hearsay;
As long as one dwelled in ‘a quiet
place’,
Exemplar it set all over how one gets
pay.
So need a rift that opened ain’t
closed,
Takes before where present is showed;
What world with excessive & in excessive
blind!
Is there descend or shine, you decide!
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