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I wish the ink in my pen alone

Could teach a fascist

The miracle of love

And the strength to be found in understanding

I wish I was a bit more of a fool

I wish that my feeble words

Could show a cold soul

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Speaking pessimistic words in the tongue of hope,

That one must fight for what they want

In order to keep what they already have

I wish this pen was a bit louder

I wish these impotent penstrokes

Could coax a genie from a lamp

Alas, I am but a man,

And I write by candlelight