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Foolish Hearty
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Tis Of Thee they spin shadow box reels
behind their eyes
smiling slipshod at the
keepsake memories of
better days...
while we see them through
the eyes of indifference
thankful that we aren't
poor beggars blind.
they chant word jumbled songs
rocking soft for things
not there or people
who never bothered to
touch their souls...
while we hide our eyes
afraid that they might
speak to us or ask us
for a bite to eat.
they remember when they
used to dream
of being the king
of feeding the people
of doing great things...
and they laugh
foolish hearty.
and they dream and yearn
for the light, for warmth
for a cup of broth...
things we seem to take
for granted or just take.
and we fund our wars
and feed the machine
and reach so far above
where we are....
that we forget to touch
those left for dead
where we've been.
it's time to
feed our people.
