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kaanibaa
United Kingdom
1169 Posts |
 Posted - 08 Jul 2009 : 00:39:35
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Free born is a claim
The mind tells another story
You who walk so tall
Yet inside cringe with fear
Passing by the shrine
Hoping you get by for that time
Shades become your refuge
Temporary respite from the bully
Who stalks all the weak ones
Making them show respect
Cowed cowards who boot lick him daily
On the nether bank sit joyous folks
Who never had to fear
On the banks of freedom
Away from all sorts of misery
Except of course that of normal living
They are the ones others envy
But on this bank,people
Thread the ground with cautious care
Least they raise dust
To the annoyance of the brute
Who thinks of no one but himself
Meekly and silently too
They offer daily prayers
So that the gods would remove their curse
Who for now still think he needs to stay
So leave the poor suffering folks to suffer more
Their prayers remain unanswered
When he does go on a stroll
Strutting like a vain peacock
His entourage follows to show support
And the meek others stand on the side walks
Under hot burning sun climes
To wave him hallo
Wishing him dead as they smile
But the gods want him
So he remains in place to haunt their dreams
Of the freedom they had lost
Which seems ever so much out of their reach
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