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by Mathieu Hotte Nov 29, 2004 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
A child is born, takes a breath, a heart beats a rhythm, behold, creation. A child sees a child perceives his makers notice, his nation leads him. A child grows, a child understands, corruption can be fought with a gun in hand. A child, now a man, a man now afraid...A child is born, takes a breath, a heart beats a rhythm, behold, creation. A child sees, a child perceives, his makers notice, his nation guides him. A child grows, a child understands, corruption can be fought with a pen in hand. A child, now a man a man, now afraid... A war has started, corruption prevailed, these children, now men fight in vain. Two men cross paths, two men understand, corruption will be fought with a in hand...
