Giving this tragedy
A disguiseful name
Aha!- Brain Drain
A bloke put up a house
My son, said he
I'll leave the house
Like this, when you can,
Continue up
And that built a city
Our pro's fly
In search of greener hay
Perhaps in the air
Where no reverence prevails
Seemingly forgetting that
Owners of land there work to build
Their nation on the neck of foreigners
Choosing money over peace,
Love,saving brothers-- not trees
Well...someday they'll
Have their conscience,sense
Until then-- roast in peace
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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