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A Park Bench

Based on Rudyard Kipling's 'A Park Bench'

"Here lays the Bench within the Park.

The Bench exists to serve and to witness life."

[This is hand in the conspicuous pocket

A hidden giveaway to their strife.]

Some sit to chat and mingle;

One sleeps to gain some dignity.

Some sit all forlorn and single;

One shivers in fear and timidity.

"Tacitum testem veritatis turpis."

[It's past is hidden in the deep timber]

Some sit to offer their service;

Some sit with legs so limber.

Some sit guilty, waiting for their verdict

And for authority to whisk them away.

Some lay with mind and body sick,

And waste into the wood and decay.

"Here lies the face of humanity.

Accept it as it is with the unbiased facts."

[Since it is too late for divinity,

All we can do is look back on our acts.]

Some are sat to pay for unpunished crimes,

Others are sat to listen to white noise.

Some sit to reflect on their times,

Others sit to heal. That destroys.

I will show the world of what is to come!

Rise to the underdogs! Woe to the rich!

[Where does such foolishness come from?

How their voices would change if they were to switch.]

Some sit to seek shelter from their closed lives;

Some sit for shade from the outside world.

Some sit to protect and keep close their knives.

This is the type to keep their fists curled.

"These experiences are held accountable by me,

As disheartening and angering it might seem.

[All I ask is that it stays within us three.

Weep quietly as blue tears gleam.

Here are the benches who stoop in the park.

See how they watch the lamppost glows.

What do they see when it becomes dark?

The answer, unclear. The Shadow knows.