The knot in the string
is easy to unravel
but our eyes won't see
our palaces rise
think they're better than flowers
but they're dead inside
turn my glance downward
I see something that's not there
pebbles look like worlds
sometimes i forget that i
have the power to save and to teach
surrounded by noise and
small minded assholes
who mock a poet and praise
a thief..
the kids come to us as
magnificent butterflies and tiny dragons
the rulers want us to turn them all
into ants and frightened mice
I am starting to learn from
the little ones
and stand on my hind legs
to grab what's ours.
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