Music


In our world of mediocrity and prose
Where to sympathy our hearts we close
And lock our houses and our cars
While we ignore each other's woes.

In our world of steel and concrete
What magic can compete
With the stoney hearts and bullets,
And the gang wars in the street?

We punish and we legislate
We murder and we steal
We work and cheat and dominate
And forget how to feel.

What does it take to move our thoughts
From stocks and metals, corn and torts?
Sweet bards come and sing and play!
Let music's magic rule the day.

Lifting us above our daily grinds
Out of our ruts and out of our minds.
Sweet bards come and sing and play!
Let the music's magic rule the day.

    Enid Vien

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