Young Masters

He stands as leaders do,
at the top of his masses,
and at the heels of his
He sticks,
as flies to paper.
Love is mounted,
on your fire place,
strung out for all jealous eyes,
and court ladies.
standing for something,
so he may lead us to peace.
Grand ideas he has.
Well the world is not grand,
it is in all of us,
every one,
every small little bit.
Death of the self,
savior of the humanity,
of the many.
Flying kites on the beach.
as family.

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