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A NECK STUCK OUT
I am not afraid to stick My neck out when needed, Though now-a-days calls for help Are often not heeded. All are so much lost in their Individual worlds. None has time to speak out for Others just a few words. Those who, for principles’ sake, Do want to be counted, Are called trouble makers and Insultingly hounded. Everyone is for himself, None for the underdog! Not many stick out their neck In such a mental fog. * Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format. * Initially written as entry no. 472201 in the book MISCELLANEA, "MISCELLANEA" M C Gupta 25 November 2006
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