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These times are dark

With artificial light:

Where is the spark

That burns forever bright?

The eyes of men

They long to see

The moment when

Hate cannot be.

The ears of men,

They strain for sounds

Of joy again.

But pain abounds.

Their hearts implore,

Beliefs deny.

Will cruelty or

Indifference die?

This epitaph, if Death arrive,

I dedicate as things now seem:

Men dream and strive –

But cowards only dream…

Omnivorous lover of life with interests from poetry/literature and science to geopolitics, health and art. IFB.

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