If i hold you
Would you let me go?
I i err you to your spirit
Would you forgive me: never leave me?
I don't know
Oh we are shrouded in mystery
To swim in the darkness of grieve
Leave you an island of skulls
Would you forgive us?
I don't know
To be pushed and not push
Is a malady, yet masterful rule
Oh my resilient land, my motherland
You are provoked; forgive us
That i know
You died yet lived
And we the sons of the land
Revel your renaissance
Like the reverberations of a thousand trumpets
Still you are plagued by masquerade leaders
Would you forgive them?
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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