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Justice Opens Her Eyes

give me your misfits your lonely your lost
give me the souls who have paid unfair cost
give me the strange ones the pushed out the odd
give them to me don't just leave them to God
give me leave to include them not exclude them please
for i've been one of these

send me the ones whose tongues say the wrong things
send me court jesters who yearn to be kings
send me the clumsy the awkward the bores
send me street urchins and falsely judged whores
send me all those who can't win though they try
for i know how to cry

i'll talk to the ones who don't understand books
i'll talk to the ones who don't have the right looks
i'll talk to those hiding their scars under skin
i'll talk to the ones still accused of some sin
i'll talk to those who holy books condemn
for u've been one of them

send me your need to berate and to beat
send me the false pride your egos eat
send me your broken and burnt golden rules
send me hate and envy - these things make you fools
send me these things to destroy for it's true
these things belong to me too

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Your sense of meter is really impeccable. Wish I could write like that….

This reminds on a Jim Croce song. Or maybe Leonard Cohen. I’ll need to reread this a few times, so much is in it.

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thanks. taking a stroll through memory lane, classical poetry. i grew up reading it, still love it, although i mostly now do free verse. i was thinking about the old poem made into the old song the statue of liberty song: give me your tired your poor/your huddled masses yearning to be free. i just started writing this. i was just going for rhythm. it was days before i realized most of it was iambic pentameter. thought about making all lines that, wrote it like that, did not like it. so this has some i pen some not. i think the line about give me leave . . .is off but have not come up a better way yet. suggestions welcome. thanks for reading i love cohen.

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