Tuesday, September 4, 2018

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Of such sort is the song such sirens sing
That, tone-deaf though I am, my ears still ring
Of those strains Stupid God's chorus would bring
From throat to air; I can that tune sing well.
In my dull ears, it sounds a strident knell
As it the deeds of Stupid God does tell,
And in the words that it would use elides
The folly unthought following e'er hides.
Abuse and many other things besides
Are kept from view when people will not look
At what surrounds them or within a book--
And such rewards the ever-greedy crook.
I hear, and while I listen, I am robbed,
Unable to hear others until mobbed.

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