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My Era P(rov)okes Thought
Lug your thoughts down the hollow earth,
celebrate the funeral of their birth.
Feast on joy from that precious pearl,
Embellish memories of sugar-dipped girl.
Crowd yourself with palmy people,
Hoping there'll be one beneath the steeple.
Judge the folk from another land,
Mother sits shrieking, clutching cold, young hands.
Despise why once the captives fought,
Revolution eats the children it bought.
Be a strong activist for change,
Such fathomless thoughts, you are now deranged.
