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A World So Fixed

What could change in a world so fixed?
a ship laid anchor ages ago but still
its captain wearing his full uniform;
the wind at harbor can move naught—
want to look ahead in the crow’s nest,
it all looks fine as I cry everyday land—
the oars so shiny, cleaned and waxed,
the maker’s name still shows so well;
who knows what purpose are they for?
The hands and ropes are much too mixed,
what could change in a world so fixed?
A day should come when I feel the breeze,
pure and clean of city smoke and tar—
the little puffs of a factory or a car
not so much working but to vent some—
like people so idle and blue,
nothing more comes in but out
among polluted minds I find no peace;
my legs long to stretch my arm to reach
the truth I want to see without no bleach;
all around seems going so fast, yet so still
walking around statues of the olden times,
I see dreams broken, let go, forgotten;
I see wills shattered like a wearied shield,
a sword so sharp, yet too heavy for any to wield—
too many backs broken and done
under t…