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Bitter Pill
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55 The Jewel Paris, the jewel and pride of modernity This same Paris is the cradle of liberty; Such dream had by many a million To see her and die without mention Yet, she leaves mankind with much to desire With everything humaneness down in the mire For the West, primitiveness at work Tells the story why one would mock This jewel of the western mind At display of all that’s unkind. 22/07/10 Bitter Pill The subway swarmed with the world, Her eyes the red of her pants Streaming tears and helpless By they who cared less, In which blues she saw red While all whisked by her and sped I stopped to give a hug In hope I chased her pain away And heard her say, “My brother lay dying!” A wave through me echoing, “You’ll be all right!” Then I wiped her tears. They ran a chill, 56 Such chill down my poor spine With which I plodded away Weighted down by deep pain With just one wish I would I could Whisk it off Never to see Eyes so teary. Paris, Chatelet, 22/07/10 As the World Goes Round 2/08/2010 Places, things and people Never seen Never ceased to be Thanks to ignorance; They’re there or here. The world goes round. The Sun slaves everyday From East to West After that old tradition: Wisdom Not the priorities of their kingdom! ...