What Of It
for want of it you never knew what sent so many to their death
what of it
for want of it you were never wounded by dream
what of it
for want of it you never screamed out into the night
what of it
for want of it you never walked among brutal silhouettes
what of it
for want of it you never heard the junkyard dog howl
what of it
for want of it you never dare round a corner never to return
what of it
poem by Paul Bamberger
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