The singer.

A man stepped out;

guitar in hand,

dwarfed by the hugeness

of his surroundings,

and began to pick notes

strumming his guitar,

back slightly bent he steps

into the microphone,

saying God bless you all,

with tears running down his face

he sings of the evils

of our world,

saying we can change this

brothers and sisters

just hang together

in love and understanding

sing along and lets make

this world a better

place for you and me,

and the strumming stops,

the singing falters

into shouts of jubilation,

shattered he shuffles off the stage,

with the crowd singing for more.


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