The Trumpet Player
no one benefits from malice
over strained bowstring snaps
the trumpet player in the park
the way the rich can't sleep at night
the way we tell a joke
and laugh so hard we cry
the way we send our
children off to school
the way you can't help
but love me when I'm asleep
the way they used to think
the world was flat
and now they don't know
how it could be any other way
Akshr
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