by Renton de Alwis
An era stays buried
to be unearthed
to be understood
an age of unreason
why of what dusted
no game, no illusion
heart's soil for base
mind watered grew
rights ... to live, let live
man, woman, child
like crazy, fair, unfair
justice sought
high pitched yearn
know me, understand
where, why, for what you stood
will linger on... no fanfare
no small talk... weak, weakened
Charlie's angle is gone.
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