Where all hopes have gone astray,
The black clouds of pessimism,
Inundate the quite prism,
Of a World that’s made of ‘isms’,
And won’t really ever change.
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You feel and feel
What you are,You can’t change itBecause it comesFrom very farInside,Where the youLooks for youHoping,One day,To knowWho you really are.
What would the world be,
Think about it:Brain Washing,As far as you could see,Censorship, spyingIn the family,No professional choice,No entrance or exit,No Voice!Not one ounce of Liberty.Be very careful,America,And preciously guard,Your priceless treasure,Never stop fighting,For what is right,For yourself,And the rest of the WorldNEVER leave LIBERTY,Out of your sight,Or out of your hands,For those that will Wrong,Every Single Human Right!
The fog won’t lift,
Have caused,The flowing tearsTo turn into,Gray, icy rain,And there, you are!Just the same!An immutable shadowCausing me to wiltAnd strain,The last dropOf this perniciousLove, without whichI will never,Feel or ever be,The same…
I may not be able to change anything,
And no Talking Parrot can own it,Or tell me how to think or be.
Where do we go from here?
In what direction do we steer?Never happy, nor content,Lending ear to false events,Candidates, wrong arguments,Brain washed all thru History,By false sense of libertyLong sad song of Tyranny,That’s not changed thru History.
As long as there is Poetry,
For a better WorldWhere joyfully,Some dayLOVE, may,Be fully,Understood.