World, Give Me Back My Reason Poem by james watkin
World, Give Me Back My Reason
World, give me back my reason;
Wrenched out my guileless play.
My senses, those you burglarized
When yet, from you sheltered.
Eye-ful, ear-ful, foul-interred.
Once stored, cleanly away.
Let's not forget those freedoms!
Whole neighbourhoods for them
Sounding their praise, Joy, unconscious
In shouting; on the run;
Had closed off. As aired among
For feelings, did stem.
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