Sleeping under Chaos

Sleeping, as the green and blue happiness of the world,

dies.

Talking, polluting the clean mountian streams of joy, and hope,

dry.

Silent, as the rights and dignity of the weak are devoured, between old yellowed teeth,

mangled.

Seriousness, lost in puffs of hot laughter,  from foolish mouths, that speak, while,

sleeping.

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