Perplexed children of the world.

retrenched angels of the dockyards factories
you carry the bomb of time
this envy line of heart felt lonely gang of
lost children of the sun
entrenched apostles daytime night bats upside
hanging aircraft between the very rude bit of new york new york
for somebodies god but not mine
the harbours of palestine
or the rivers of babel…
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