There comes a time when
War chanting shall be sang
When eyes, not seen much light
Yet enlightened, shall wrestle.
Sole aim: Get the Caretakers out.
That time the rot shall not be tolerated
A time when the seeds know into the things
Of things not just things
A new wave of brain threat
To oust the old system
18 May and reworked 27 July, 2008.
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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