If we but linger on
Absent plains while
Wealthy tyrants should
Frolic in their
Horrid wealth and
We the filthy
Beauty of this
World wait in
Blissful poverty for
Some rotten miracle
To change our
Awful luck. Then
Who are we
To question dreams
That young children
Dream in midnight
Slumbers while lingering
On an absent plain.
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