It’s like a painful moan,
For there is nothing worse,
It’s like a lonely curse,
That steals your life, your home,
When you are All Alone.
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When rot speaks,
I can no longer stand,Those political groans,The lies and the assumption,That we are all Fools,Being taken over,By a bunch of slimy Ghouls.
Every coin has two faces,
As in Governments,Nothing rare,One side of the coin isFor public consumption,The other, for whenNobody’s there.
I don’t take Poetry lightly
Passionately steep,Very much alive and resilientEncompassing all human feelingsThat are good, loving and brilliant!And that sometimes, even make you weep.
Let not your eyes be shamed and angered
Hopefully,Somewhere hidden, love still exists,Somewhere, someday, love will persist.
How sweet the nectar is,
No other drink as sweet,Nor with such blessed power.
Fraud politics!
The worst of the worstHow many thousandsOf years does it takeFor the Truth, to ever rule?Instead of lies, abuseAnd tears.