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Though the Hidden colors…Numbers
Are like the days of the week…Or rainbows
Arching abandoned wet skies…
Our children continue to fail math and science—
Remaining mesmerized by the he/she
Rows of veiled technological fiction;
Comatose Celsius comics continuously chill
The Fahrenheit of truth…Awaiting the coming
Of the rising sun…Irrespective of its degree;
Indeed, toys relieve but books bellowing truth
Reveals—Funny—True freedom is in choices...
To live in or die free…Free is you want to be;
And it’s even funnier—Truth has become a terrorist…
Fueled by dead poets…Whistling words with echoes
Only God gives greatness to…Pregnant poetic minds.
