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talkin’ walkin’ along bobby dylan bluesy blues …




Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears



Slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears



Where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears



While prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears



We shatter and scrape on demented knees



Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees



Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze



That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze



I know now what I need never have known



Of hope that was trampled before it had flown



Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown



The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown



A hope so fragile its wings were of brittle glass



Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class



Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass



Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass



For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away



To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray



’Tis then when sewn eyes behold that doleful day



When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still pray



For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit



That’s wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit



While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner’s defeat



Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat



From that drenched battleground where blood flows through a sieve



And love’s lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve



From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave



Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand leave …





( for Bob Dylan )



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