Every man bears his god load
I have been told our people
don't pass a father's
lingering evil
Onto the innocent son!
Still this earth has seen
under the fiery eyes of the sun
Senseless judgments slapped on my face
For my brother's sake; and my poor race
And i'm a naked child
playing in the sun;
Suppressed to hide its rays
as clouds cover
But a while, the radiance of day
The theft of light which
makes me cold where i lay
A produce of men with
thick dark hearts
Laying thorns on jolly paths;
Places where lads like I tread
In our only gaiety as per
our state should be blest
Yet in this ancient promise
of the lamb we await
For holders of our key on
earth from their slumber
awake
Till heaven shows sigh at
our demise!
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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