The Observer....Byronic Sonnet X
They want their dreams to close down thinking minds,
Pretend the eyes are blind to see no more,
All living zombies of 1984
Give them nothing; no way out left to find.
Uncaring souls who lost the sense of kind,
They hold the power in their tarnished hands,
And it falls through fingers like grains of sand
As nought is left once on our blood they've dined.
They cannot hide the truth of word and deed,
Their evil hearts are clear for all to see,
If we dare look beyond the want and greed,
So spirits rise and join in liberty
As we touch the lost souls of those in need
It's simple acts of love that set us free.
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