Heartsong

Living it up in their ivory tower

while another child dies hour by hour.

All locked in their minds and their own little fears;

What do you do when there’s no one who hears.

When minds are locked into what’s right and what’s wrong

nobody hears the rhythm of their own hearts song.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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