Poem ... Unusual
To go to new heights
From where we were
To see through those warnings
Of difficulties sure to incur
To walk away from the crowd
To write and sing our own verse
To pick up a guitar
A future to rehearse
We are Unusual
In a future we see
Humanity backing away
Nature to be free
Things happen fast
When truth becomes known
When we become Unusual
When compassion seeds are sewn
There will be those
Who cling to the past
But they will be left behind
As Unusual moves fast
Rabid Poet
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