We must move in our minds
With Freedom,
Never close the gold mines
Of Reason,
The exterior World,
Is a picture that's blurred,
Where Good is mistaken
For Treason.
Never close the gold mines! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Where Good is mistaken For Treason. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The truest and saddest indictment of our society, our world, that I can imagine. Sandra, there are days I wonder how much longer this elegantly created planet can abide the toughness of our hands, the braying of our voices, the blood we spill so copiously... sadness but a 10 nevertheless