We are the real ones

We are the real ones
Flesh & sweat, dirty windows
& a mess to pick up in the living room
No president nor mayor
—How can they be real?—
But mostly we have to live
With our decisions &
The work of our hands
This is how we make our world
And have for ages
And we cannot deny it
We are the real ones
We make the real world
Why do we make it so small?

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on October 9th, 2008 | No Comments »

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