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This poem is a poem within a poem.
It is a pattern poem.
Each line in red is part of the second poem.
The first verse is one line.
The second verse is two lines.
The third verse is 3 lines etc.
tangata=people

1,2,3,4,5, ONCE I HEARD THE TANGATA CRY......

The human heart
cries
for the things it has not
the sound often muffled
by
fast food
quick fix
deceptions
the
great egalitarian myth
means everyone must be the same
disable the able
to enable the lame
tangata
dumbing down the mind
pulling down the blind
head in sand.....
fed the bird at hand
when the future was in the bush.


Copyright 2000
From the book "© 2000 From New Zealand" by J.K.Phillips


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