Forgotten Acrobats
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Life is not fair
Some parade on carpets
Red and velvety, in a comfortable manner
Others run for survival
On tightropes thin as dental floss
Sneezing
Scratching their heads
The heart beats even faster
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
They are never called to sit down
And no one talks about hurricanes because
They already are,
They already are,
They already are…
In the eye of the storm.
And… they don’t even notice.
Yeah, the dollar sign is contagious…
But I know people
Who would draw a weapon on a canvas
Because they hate wars
You know those people who are
More worried about smiling
Than arriving on time?
Still, there is a storm
In the oceans of the forgotten acrobats
