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February 26, 2014

 

I miss the world I dreamed to live in

when I was younger and naïve

unknowing what could and could not be

I miss that world where men were fair

hate had no play in what was said

and a man's own creed was sacred

untouchable by its deniers

 

I miss it, and now I live as on a leash

all thought is sacred save my own

I cannot live my faith and obey the law

they contest each other for my soul

My God no more merely denied

is to this world its laughingstock

and I, His child, am ridiculed in turn

 

I miss the word I dreamed to live in

and long the day of its return

 

How terrible this world deride

Who alone can save it from its shame

 


Each New Day A Miracle
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