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Sandra Feldman
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Who will I talk to now?
A Piece of paper flat
Can't answer back,
A staring wall,
Flat in my face?
Or to insane marchers
Also a human disgrace!
Or should I try to encounter,
Those,
Who never did anything,
But in fury rose,
To kill decency,
Or whatever good that grows.
They say the world and its Heads are round,
But the minds of so many are flat,
Monotoned with ignorant sounds
That accuse the mouse, instead of the cat.
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