A Child’s Cry

Where to hide? Where to conceal?

I fail to understand this famine.

They have robbed my merry zeal

and now prevails the devil’s time.

Taciturnly they have eloped from my sight,

Bricks of blue is what they have left.

This is the lost treasure that has clanged to life in the night

Yet this parky night has failed to freeze my breath.

I agree to sign the fatal bond with the supreme

And still be sure of my inevitable victory

For I have made sagacious plans in the afternoon green

The rebels will soon begin to continue this story.


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