Anthracite

Someone out there is grieving 

And someone is crying unheard

Someone is happily receiving 

And someone is always coming third

You have seen your hurt

And you hide all your scars

You have seen your love

And waved it gone in another’s car

Someone laughs into a strong wind

And someone feels the zephyrs touch

Someone gives all their heart 

And someone treasures it as such

You have seen the movement of life

And unsolicited you received a gift

You have held loves sharp knife

And yet you bleed from the rift

Someone survives capitalism’s torture

And someone feeds from its strife

Someone cultivates others ignorance

And yet someone is happy of life 

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