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I didn't exactly have it great the past two days. This poem is for all the people who have been hurt, whom I feel so powerless to help.

Rare Lines from One Accustomed to Writing What's Said to Be Obscure Poetry
Emmanuel Lacaba

Because I sing no more,
Speak to the point no more
(Neither is today's lyric fashion),

There are days I stand by doors,
Wish I could play the guitar,
Had more future as a painter,

Enjoyed gardening, or had
A wife before the night's lovemaking
to caress. A fist of cowards I

(Whom other people call an educated man)
Who cannot drop a glass, hurl stones at panes,
Throw chairs around.