"Execution of a Retarded Man"

The day the clown cried
Was a day of gunfire
Like the day before
And the day before that.
The clown cried seeing
All the hearts of men
All the ruins of those hearts
And the ruins that those hearts made;
He cried to know
What could not be done.
He cried for a day
Then he started to move.
The tears were still wet
On the cheeks of the clown
But at last he was moving,
For the clown had cried.

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