Paint
flowers on every disjointed wall
And
call it gardens of modern age
Pull
a rabbit
Tortured
and confined
Out
of a black hat
Name
the deceit magic
Glorify
flying man of borrowed wings
To
mock the walking man
Color
the blood with gold
Write
progress on the streets
Let
the barking dogs be called singers
And
take pride in their music
Poison
the words with hatred
Claim
it to be cure
Declare
the whole jungle dangerous
Except
one venomous tree
Speak
copiously about glorious days
Keep
silent about ailing nights
And
when sun rises on the horizon
Claim
the sky to be your private tent
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