Why does this Country
With all its so called
Freedom and privileges
Make us feel as though a
Monty Python 16 ton weight
Crashes down onto our
Solar plexus daily
Squashing the golden light
Of joy and laughter
From glowing and flowing
Into the stream of life
That could so easily be
If only allowed?
We blame the weather
The lack of sun
Yet the cold dampness
That lingers in the air
Creating a cloud of darkness
That covers our hearts
Has no connection to
The weather.
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