Saturday, March 16, 2013

Clusters

The artists are all who could
Crossing boundaries no one else would
The cynics are all so sad
Remarks on privileges never had
The critics agree and all rave
Yet an opinion can never save
The historians reflect on the past
Some wish certain ways would last
The scientists have a theory
The letters signed oh so dearly
The corporates make a dollar or two
Just enough to get them through
The peacemakers seem caught in the genocide
Knowing now at least they tried
The scholars want to know
If the factors will ever show
The priests will all want to praise 
and worship Christ until the end of days
The musicians want to make a sound
And see if their rhythm will ever be found
The poets just want to right
And not give in to any fight

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