The minds of men
were made to shrink with power.
Reason takes its leave from them
with every precious hour.
Their knowledge is ensconced
within a darkened tower.
They ignore the cost
So lives are lost
And mother's milk grows sour.
Their wars are fought
Our peace is not
To be if we before them cower.
But hope is free
Despite misery
Time will all our pain devour.
For, from Dust to Dust
It's Love and Trust
That do our dreams empower.
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