I need to think with led,
to get the malaise out of my head;
swiftly salute the river,
undaming silly solutions
explode like a waterfall
pounding lakes below;
forget not as I
travel to and fro,
foam little at my acquittal.
justice will soon be done,
how else could we bear its vacancy?
Caution on its side
roasting the wrong hide.
I haven’t seen so many mistakes
played out in fair ways.
Call them what you will,
they are what they are,
not as perceived.
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