How we wander this life in grand blindness-falling in the arms of obscurity.
I can hear music playing-those gentle melodies coming too late in life and too mindful where dancing in the street is silenced by poverty and despair. Equality for the offended falls on deaf ears and yet all poverty is naught but an intangible dream deferred. Somewhere there is a solution where a litany of spirit does not include an everlasting deposit neglected by broken promises of Hitler's true defamation.
