managing the managed
is imaging the damaged
rigid through ages
deranged the sages
ragged through the edges
injured the pledges
dragged those in rage
arranged those in danger
all gypsy genders... ... when
all of a sudden there's one little pigeon
hiding in an un-judged page
like a poem in a cage
flies over the bridges
cries to the change
time to manage who manage
merge the energy of the managed
with those who manage
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