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So we erect our totem poles

To valiantly guard our stale lives;

Safe again to continue along

Our concrete fields

Of mustard seed

Muted need

Plastic bead

Gaudy weed.



We are fearful to be angry

And so angry, that we feel afraid.

Frustration, anxiety increase -

Expose themselves.

Dry tears descend;

They careen

All unseen-

So obscene.