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Camelot
In times gone by was a place called Camelot,
Where dreams of greatness thrived a lot,
Human greed and hate broke the plate,
An evil dark hand, cursed the land,
A human King lost his balance,
His guiding light in a trance,
His side pierced by a lance,
His sword at once an outcast,
How long would the darkness last?
Would love's greatness the darkness pass?
When will laughter and song return,
How can we empty the devil's urn?
When those with caring hearts,
Feel the love all around and our souls we have found,
Then around us peace will abound!
19 May 2012
HanGawi
Manhattan
poem
by
David Andre' Klopper
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