Indulgence of subtle brains;
these money mongers?
time runs out-comrades
darkness falls, and then we rise
rise in revolution
drop them from the top of the pyramid
Not for long, it shall be over
the poor shall shine and rise
the moon dash us some light
our dolour shall end
but when?
We shall drown them of our silver and gold
it belongs to the earth, where we dwell
it is what we step on
we will keep it for long
But look!
we sit crooned in the pinching sun
vroom! machines, tractors approach
dig again for our wealth?
when will this end?
to eternity
no! we shall not wait
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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