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   POETRY > Art, for Art's Sake

The papers today are full of crap

Everything tragic, depressing

The whole world feeding on itself

Turning endless chapters of pain

Despicable! No wonder

People die, or worse,

Simply refuse to live

Twisted! They think to change

The world is blessing

White to gray, black to gold

Light's sheen on silver

Makes blind men grin

Thus, mere hanging on is

A virtue like patience

Settling for subsistence

Is life not for naught?

But birds have bills too

Yet they continue to sing

That is how we should be

Art is not lost

For beauty resides in man's eyes

If the heart stays open

And it will, for art's sake

It will for a long time.

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