we gathered like children
listening to an old man
talking about our future
my future is now, I know
for tomorrow will be same
I whisper to my ears slow
my mind refuse to believe
there were laughs, smiles
weak hearted seem to agree
to anything what was said
some just sit there afraid
to utter words, some asleep
cause by good food served
I wonder who did smart move
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