Say If...
If trust and blame and
waiting lies, could turn
our hate to good and
make us wise, could turn
the master, make our
thoughts his aim, then he
imposter, may just feel
the same. Then he
disaster, never spoke
the truth, the fool,
the knave, would see
the dying youth. But fools
can't see our broken
lives, worn out, torn out
by tools, for killing,
not living. Torn out
on one turn of pitch
and toss, beginnings
never breathe about
their loss. Beginnings,
who will serve now
you are gone? Your sinew
on classroom
walls, screams, 'hold on!' Your sinew,
virtue, foes, friends
and common touch, say if...
In an unforgiving
minute, say if...
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