Gypsy River

Like a gypsy river you run

Without fear or clamor.

Settled to be led around

By the wind.

Knives concealed under your

Pale white tunic.

What need have you but

The wind and the rain?

Pass through my township

And view the maimed.

Only you are foolish enough

To free the silenced.

To take on the judgment

Of our orphaned souls.

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