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The Passers By
Peace was clamoured for
As the assortment of vagabonds
Shambled into town
Rearranging their disenchantment
In a chaotic perfection behind them.
The crowds lined the streets
Cheering silently
As the laboured walk of afflicted endeavour
Permitted them to glide
As if they had been born on wheels.
As only paradox can do.
And if there had been a wise man amidst them
He would have joined that line.
But as it was the town looked on,
And immobilized by flimsy hubris,
Watched peace spill out unchallenged
As a few young children ran behind
And tugged playfully at its coat tails.
As the assortment of vagabonds
Shambled into town
Rearranging their disenchantment
In a chaotic perfection behind them.
The crowds lined the streets
Cheering silently
As the laboured walk of afflicted endeavour
Permitted them to glide
As if they had been born on wheels.
As only paradox can do.
And if there had been a wise man amidst them
He would have joined that line.
But as it was the town looked on,
And immobilized by flimsy hubris,
Watched peace spill out unchallenged
As a few young children ran behind
And tugged playfully at its coat tails.
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