Down under
Where the storm is dry and the rent is low Where children play with guns Aiming at others in the world below Down there Is where I met my lesson The one I have yet to graduate from A harsh one for me, but a no-brainer to some. A lesson taught by the society of greed Of ego and the world down under Where devils are wearing human faces And god remains only as a wonder I missed the top of the class and now I am running behind And they don't hand out any passes here for being kind The cruelty of some is a trouble I have yet to endure But I haven't given up hope for finding a cure I'm a student of the life above and the life below I will learn this lesson though it may appear slow: That devils are not made in history books but rather in dreams And that those two fictions are two of the same, so it seems. ***
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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