“Behold all that is born” as we stand to stare upon lighting strikes
With It’s unknown electric might, as clouds outlined form to delight
The poets turn upon a globe as if today he made all his stage
And there mighty he declared “we hear nothing, but see everything”
His words a thunderbolt in my eye to spill as ink upon this page
Even though today i felt the rage, still we stood side by side
Before that storm we stand as tall, to tell of words yet to be born
For upon that crowd we blast our harts before we bowed from Hyde park
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