Speak softly, for an evil stalks the world,

Jackbooted feet stamping on the human face unceasing.

Much has gone, disappeared forever into the limbo of uncertain memory.

A mother’s cry for her child, lost and enslaved in a virtual world not of his making,

While the real world waits, found difficult and left untried.

Fences of freedom, erections to keep the desirable firmly locked inside.

Fences of the mind and spirit, locked no less than those on the surface of the soil.

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