Poetry by Dylan O'Mahoney
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Wise Man
The Wise Man came to see me
He talked to me with dreams
He showed me our so called leaders
Playing silly little schemes
He laughed and mocked their power
as he held my hand
He then embraced me tightly
He said I'd understand
They have got no power
while people still live free
But I was still confused
And screamed 'O Christ why ME'
He visits with me often
And explains a better life
the beauty of a new-born child
a ring doesn't make a wife
I've started to understand him
even though he talks in clue
the beauty that's about
is waiting for you too
Now you can say I'm crazy
that's not what it's all about
But the Wise Man lives within us all
He's just waiting to come out
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