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“Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.” -- E.Y. Harburg The stark auditory recognition That engages the vitality which Entwines with one’s soul. The shift in melody and tone Which circumnavigates the mundane crowd, Augmenting their potency and vigor. Effervescence radiates from the laity; The once banal populace shows forte. How can a commodity so vague but notable Bring such transformation? The answer is uncomplicated: Music is not a commodity, Nor vague. Notable it stands, however, Ignorance rivals the comprehension. The complexity of such a melody Could engende

I hate you. Vague. Playful. Loathing. The particular words are yet mentioned. Generalized. Implication. Mankind, living centuries upon centuries, Darkness encasing, The utterance of these words. Amazing. Laud. Admiration. Loyalty. The particular words are yet mentioned. Uncomplicated. No implication. Mankind, living centuries upon centuries Of enlightenment, The utterance of these words. And where did the rudimentary divergence occur? Oh imprudent ignorance of gender! Women, the constant target of society. Hated, loathed, inferiority. And to what extent? Men, the optimal icon of society. Loved, idealized, idols. The human race, A judge of