Wishing Well
We gather around,
the child that fell down,
the wishing well lost,
when Penny was found
Then rush off to war,
through religion and lore,
abandon compassion,
left wanting for more
What are we, fools,
we break our own rules,
the child that we save,
is another we lose
Belief, in the least,
hasn't bettered the beast,
belief is at best,
when the Penny's released
c.m.k. Poet Tree
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