I want change I mean we want change
like a car merging in another lane without skin jumpin' off the frame where minds are tamed and souls are lifted like cranes
and all colors stand tall like gray dames
with only knowlegde entering the brain
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The problem with this poem is the rhymes. The end rhymes don't actually rhyme. This is a great tragedy in this case, because this poem has little else to recommend it. The flow and rhythm do not really exist here. This is not a poem to recommend. GW62