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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