Tuesday, 17 March 2009

Pause and Correct

Oh, Whom
You do suffer
Passed, your share
Is also more than fair.

Can we hope to change
The ways of men and
The ways that have
Come unto them?

The past is there
But will it be
For after all

The designs we pry
May get us by
But we are blind to
Whom we hurt.

A cry, a cry!
What's that,
A lie?
Return us to the dirt.

A solution can be
If a problem is
And a process
Gains momentum.

But this just can't
Confine itself
To singular aim
Or dictum.

So be prepared for
Always causing
More than you
Had planned.

But in the end
We'll ever be
Right here
To lend a hand.

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