Best Poem of Zachary Gerbils

Confused By Freedom
Inept yet oft beseech thee I
The legions of console
As battles rage of nature one
The warrior ends up alone

Sticks, stones, slings and arrows
The hurt, the pain, the fall-out
The walking wounded and living dead
Why are we bitter why did we start this

Whether its war or friends its . . .
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Real Life?
Existing in what we think is real
in a normal predefined and set
we ask ourselves do we belong
or have developed minds have us be let

The callow sense of trepid thought
Does often cloud for what I stand
Filling voids with god and prayer
In the immoral normal land

Is this the prelude for . . .
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