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Actors
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We thought they'd turned a page.
Hard to believe we could be so naive in this day and age.
The dice were loaded, the cards were stacked.
Two steps forward and three steps back
As they moved across the stage
Like actors
With delusions of free will
While from the wings, the ones pulling the strings
Were the usual suspects
With their hands in the till
Where they've always stood -
And where they're standing still.
Like actors
We repeat the same lines
Taking all our cues and tips
from the ones writing the scripts
While the monsters they created
To keep us true to the cause
Have set fire to the theatre
And bolted all the doors.
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Fremington Beach
04:06
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If you take a walk on Fremington Beach
There's a patch of ground that the tide doesn't reach
And a pile of stones like a pterodactyl's nest
In the spot where Kenny Liked to rest
And where those who loved him most
Gathered on this stretch of coast.
Wooden hearts and plastic toys all bleached in the sun
Unprotected and exposed, but untouched by anyone
A teddy bear, and an old fir cone
Silver bells and a garden gnome
All transformed by this work of art
To melt this hardened cynic's heart.
And as if our lives were somehow merged
I found his name with a Google search
A sudden stroke at 62
Took this husband, father, grandfather too.
And the hole he left in their lives is shown
By this little pile of stones.
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Greg Hancock Exeter, UK
Singer/songwriter and guitarist based in Devon, England.
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