those who would listen to the tricky sun
expecting that its laughter portends good
are certain that they have not understood
when they look up and see the staring gun
truth does not liberate this fact will stun
the childish mind that thinks in terms of should
and sees the living man as saint in wood
finds now that something different has been spun
into the shadow no one seeks to go
but those deep voices and their angry tone
have more to say and seem today more true
about those matters that not one could know
before the knife had cut through to the bone
exposing so much sorrow to the view
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